I replayed that Saturday evening scene in my mind, over and over, becoming increasingly moist with lust and more lust. I wasn’t sure what would quen...h my thirst, my hunger, my craving. But what did I want? Beyond the idea of being watched again, I wasn’t sure. Would making love with Don ever be the same? In any case, he was far too busy with his work during the week to even think about sex. As the week went on, I became more and more obsessed with thoughts and feelings that I knew were not of. “WHAT?” I exclaimed.“I’ll give you a million dollars if you turn me.” He replied bluntly.I fell back onto my ass, completely dazed at the turn of events.“You’re drunk.” I stammered.“Yeah I am, but I’m also rich. Come on, turn me and I’ll give you a million dollars.” The man repeated in a confident tone.I stared at him silently in complete disbelief.“Are you going to blow up in the sunlight?” He asked.“No, but it’s not fun.” I replied automatically.“I’m Mason. Come with me.” He said firmly,. His hair and beard might be graying a bit but there was still a sparkle in his eye, a hearty laugh and a well conditioned body which kept him active and fit."Well, how are the newlyweds?" he asked with a laugh. "Have you actually been anywhere other than the bedroom?" There ... there have been some ... developments," began Justine, leading the parents into the dining room." Good to see you again, Count," said Foust. "Nice of you to put up the two lovebirds until we could return."The count. When I wasthere, I could detect a lot of frustration and anger. So I asked General Wilsonabout it over some drinks one night."Jeff," I asked, why do I feel so much tension and anger in the Pentagon thesedays? I know a lot from the loose lips of the administration, but what is theproblem?" Steph, can you keep secrets?" Well, if not then Rummy would be in big trouble right now!" Steph, the ongoing deaths in Iraq is killing morale. The brass has promised themen that they would be replaced soon..