" Irina heard a few items being passed back and forth betweenthe two before she was tugged along once again. A few more sets ofheavy-sounding doors op...ned and closed before they came to a stop. The hood was suddenly lifted from Irina'shead.? She was momentarily blinded by thelight in the room, but it felt good to breathe freely again. The room was plainand bare, save for a large desk behind which sat a middle-aged soldier. Twoguards stood on duty. "All right, we'll take her from here," said. Foxworth directed the first wedding dressed as John Phillip Sousa. For Lars and me, he did Glen Miller, including the trombone. The party was World War II swing, which had to be a dig at my German spouse. Lars and I could cope. Besides, it was fun. Francine even sang a few show tunes for us.Unlike Sean and Sheila, who spent half their honeymoon in airplanes, we had only a short drive to Manhattan, where we did it all again. Siemens and Lars' family went together for a Sunday afternoon white tie. I tried keeping count, but I lost track when I thought of the Mistress. What I could tell so far was that she was about my height, maybe slightly taller. Subtracting for heels, assuming 4 inch stilettos as opposed to 8 inch stripped heels based on the clack on the hallway tile, that would make her about 5’7” or so. I didn’t feel hair when she kissed me, so it was either short or pulled back. No breasts brushing, so she was not hugely busty, or she was standing away. I’d come back to that. OK,. "I'll be waiting for you."The moment I'd stepped outside she closed the door after me. I remained there for several seconds until I heard her slipping the chain lock into place.And then I was trotting out towards the street, keeping the trench coat wrapped around me so that my bare legs wouldn't be too obvious. There wasn't anyone on the sidewalks, and at the moment there weren't even any cars going by.I slid under the wheel of my car. With the light traffic it didn't take me long to get home..