I have always wanted to be something else.” They ate in silence enjoying the delicious repast. She was still in a shock regarding everything. It was...difficult to believe this wonderful guy was one of the partners at the agency where hopefully she was going to work.“Becky,” asked Tony, “Is your family home today?”“Yes … I believe so. Why?”“If you still want me to meet them, it might be a good time. Call them first and we’ll take the limo.”They finished eating and as the waiters cleared. Michael just stared down at her for several long seconds, absorbing the beauty of his young daughter. She was no longer a c***d who could be placated with simple words; he had hurt her feelings and would have to make it up to her. Tomorrow. Right now, the aching between his legs told him he needed to get far away from the cause of his i****tuous thoughts, and stroke himself until every lustful image was exorcised from his brain.He gently laid the blanket atop her sleeping body and bent down to. "You must be someone special for them to have you for supper at the WhiteHouse." There were four others that got the same medal that night. All it was,was a photo opportunity for the President." What did you do to get that medal?" I really don't care to talk about it but if you must know our companywas under attack and I killed two men and permanently crippled another.It wasn't like I threw myself on a live grenade or something. Oursergeant had a big mouth and told the commander and he did some. "I'm Miki," she tells you. "I, uh, kinda got left behind." You have a hard time getting a really coherent story from her, but it is clear that she is stranded. You definitely hate the thought of leaving her out here downtown overnight, so you do the right thing and offer her a ride home. Miki nods, and you help her to her feet. By the time you get her to your car, you finally manage to get an address from her. It's not especially close, but you've pretty much committed yourself at this.