And I hate what he made me do that night.’ I think that touched a raw nerve, in me. Susan just insinuated that Gordon had somehow forced her to have...sex with him the day I had caught them together. That would have been rape and from what I’d seen there was no way Susan was being raped that day. Although there was something about the scene I walked in on that day. Something had niggled away in the back of my mind. Something that I had never been able to put my finger on. And I still couldn’t.. I suggest that you might make yourself more comfortable by kicking off your shoes, whilst I pour us a proper drink - on my travels I always carry a large hip flask containing a good single malt for sipping in the evening before retiring to bed. I pour three fingers of whisky into each of two glasses, add a dash of water and a couple of ice cubes, and handing one to you, I propose a toast, "To a night of unrestrained and exquisite pleasure.”I sip my whisky, savouring the mellow flavour as it. I saw a lot of things that were similar to ours and I knew we did all of them better.The organization that ran the doomsday clock announced the minute hand had been moved back fifteen minutes for the first time in decades.Tonight there was a state dinner for me and my mates. It was the normal political gathering and by now I was used to it. There were plenty of Russian big business leaders there. All of them wanted to be seen with me and talk a few minutes about their business with a new. “Way better!”Off they came and on to the kitchen, where she made fresh coffee and produced some really good granola and milk. Just what a growing boy needed—short of steak and eggs.As we ate, she told me the story of her and Greg—pretty much from their meeting to the waning and disintegration of their sex life, including her platonic to our now intimate relationship. I had a much better picture of why this was happening between us.I did not say much. Mostly just nodded my head at appropriate.