Hence Brianna also needed a break and we often just sat out in the shade enjoying the summer sunshine and putting our woes to rest. Or rather the ladi...s did. I had unfortunately the issue of Jukar trying to take up every spare second of my life when she wasn’t under training or I wasn’t in the bedroom, which was an area that Róisín had promised death upon anyone not a partner entering. However hiding in the bedroom was a little beneath my dignity (most of the time), so, whilst the ladies. It only took seconds for the White House to get confirmation that W80s look like the picture they were staring at, and that the five serial numbers matched those of warheads that were supposed to be in Minot's armory. That was enough to utterly disrupt the President's schedule for the day. The Secret Service GRABBED him, and he was outta there as fast as they could get Marine One onto the lawn.The secret service agents, the pilots and the President were shitting themselves during the evacuation. An older man was sitting on the sofa and Dana was in her usual chair. I didn't recognize him and I was about to say something when Dana stood up and came over to me."Vin ... I want you to meet someone." She was calm and composed and I didn't sense any upset, but I was tense and wanted to know why she would let a stranger into our place."Vin ... this is my father, Donald," she said in a steady voice.I was stunned. She had let this bastard into our apartment. I couldn't believe it. Why? I was so. Stevenson sat there staring out the window watching her husband drive down the street. Then she noticed me staring at her, she smiled and waved.I did the same, and then she waved me over. When I walked in, she was sitting in an arm chair juts near the window and I could get a better look at what type of cloths she was having on. She looked just like her daughter, about 5”8, a bit thick, with big round thighs, sun tanned, she was wearing a very short skirt with no panty line, and so I guessed.