Frank had only been a year older but had been vastly more experienced. It was he who taught her that there was more, much more, to sex than the simple...missionary position that her mother had tearfully explained. She had been nervous and afraid when she had first gotten into bed with her new husband, even though she loved him so deeply, but by the next morning she had become an eager student of the Frank Sheridan School For Advanced Fucking. It had been simply wonderful, and she would do. Besides three of them were sitting down and the fourth was bent over the table in an awkward position.For some strange reason, this did not keep the crooks from trying to draw. The one leaning over the table was the first one to die, simply because he was in the way of most bullets traveling in either direction. Jasper Hopwell did have a converted Colt Navy in a shoulder holster that he drew and got off one shot, but that shot hit his friend instead of me.Everybody in the saloon hit the floor. He stared at us for a second and said, “Mister Vice President, I’m Colonel North. I’m the pilot. You asked to see me?”The lead agent said, “Colonel, this does not concern you. You need to return to the cockpit and proceed with the mission as authorized.”“Colonel! I demand to know those orders!” I told him.“Colonel North, you are to continue the mission,” said the agent.The colonel took one look at them and then at me, and said, “Like hell. Let that man up now, or so help me God I’ll ... I’ll. ” She patted the slight bulge in his trousers before running up the stairs.Ten minutes later they were all sat in the lounge, Laura sat with her mother on the sofa, David smiled inwardly when he saw how sweet and innocent she looked, she had rubbed hard at her eyes and now they looked as if she had been crying. She was wearing her dressing gown, pulled tightly around her as she clung to her mother, dabbing at her eyes with a soggy tissue.“I know this must be distressing for you Laura,” Wardlow.