"Nice to meet you, Landon. I'm Leslie. Leslie Amberton. I own a lingerie shop and I live in New Orleans. I own, operate, and also design a few pieces ...or the shop. I'm originally from Tulane." She responded.While they talked, the mechanic arrived and towed her car to get it fixed. Landon even made sure the mechanic called him once the car is fixed. After that, they drove to his place in Alexandria. Leslie was comforted to be helped by Landon, yet was still wondering about the white wolf who. Since we’d started dating, Alley knew about my fantasy to see her showing off in front of strangers. She'd put it off as if it was something that probably wouldn't happen. So, after some time of trying to convince her, I dropped it.At some point we started up again on the fantasy. Alley sat me down one day and said she needed to talk, and sounded all serious.She was afraid I would throw her out. She said she had been having fantasies. That she wouldn’t act them out without me because she didn’t. “Jason, meet me at the Second Street Entrance. I’ll be there before you will.”As Jason approached the designated doorway he was meet by two Capital Hill Policemen. “Senator, we’ve been asked by your driver to give you an escort this evening.”“But officer, it’s only a few feet.”“That may be true Sir, but your driver informed us of two suspicious looking vehicles. When we checked the security cameras we found they’d been circling the building for more than two hours.”“Then lead on.”The two men. Got it?”The children nodded energetically.“I want vanilla Coca-Cola, Dad,” Ginnie said. “Please. George wants water.”“I do not!” George announced emphatically. “I want orange juice, iced, not from concentrate, no bits. That’s what men drink,” he announced rather loftily to his sister. She glared at him, probably wanting to elbow him but deterred by the knowledge that her vanilla cola was at stake.I frowned studiously at my book. I had the weirdest feeling of déjà vu. Could I possibly know this.