I mean... is it so strange that, for instance when you have a gorgeous brother, or sister, that you fantasize about them?" Of course not. Like your fa...her and I always told you, fantasies belong to you. Nobody gets hurt with them. And you don't even need consent. So you can think or fantasize of anybody and anything you want." But what if I wanted more than fantasize? Wouldn't it be wrong to want to be with a relative, you know... sexually?" Well, it can be. But we also taught you that anything. He oversees the Secret Service. He and Mr. Dryden are old friends. We used to see them around the Capital all the time."Her eyes grew larger when I talked about them like they were regular people. "Why were they here?" Her face betrayed her. All she wanted was something to dine out on. I was just another source of gossip to her, so I brushed her off with,"They were covering all their bases. Because I got shot, they are afraid I'll sue the Secret Service for not doing a better job. That's. She’d made a point of contacting me each day since our chance encounter in the bar, and those efforts now seemed far beyond the boundaries of mere friendship. I hoped at that moment that my long-nurtured hunger for her might soon be fed. God help me, I thought, please let me have her! I startled her from about ten feet away and she whirled around, wide-eyed. ‘What a surprise!’ I said cheerfully. ‘Gawd, you scared me!’ she gasped, her palm against her chest, which was clothed in a black,. I sat between the Doctor and Tracy. Sitting between the two males was a face I recognized - it was the nurse from earlier in the day. She nodded at me and smiled. Dinner was excellent - it was silver service, with a fancy pate, toast and salad, followed by chicken, vegetables and potatoes. The waitresses were excellent - nothing was hurried, but everything was efficient. The desert was the classic, caramelised pears in a strawberry sauce, followed by cheese and biscuits, served with piping hot.