“Mr. Russell,” our server said lightly. “Good to see you again,” she handed us our menus and let us have some time to look them over. I ordere...d something different every time I was here and nothing had ever been bad.“You come here enough that they know you?” Tricia asked, surprised.“I tip well enough that the same server makes sure she gets me,” I said with a grin.“There’s no prices on anything. What can I get?”“Anything you want,” I assured her.“What if it’s too much?” she said, worried.“It’s. The company had no intention of employing him and couldn’t care less what he did or where he went once he was admitted. Maybe they’d give him some kind of sham job if the point was to get him to the headquarters city itself, but employment or any real responsibility had nothing to do with the purpose of the trip.Second, on the off chance the kid actually did have a skill the company wanted, with the heightened scrutiny on the whole “highly qualified” class of visas and on the issue of foreign. I have my doubts about that, too. Jill notices my look of skepticism as she repeats the story. Her face looks even more radiant in the flickering candlelight. ‘It was a miracle,’ she says. ‘Just like the birth of Jesus, a miracle.’ Try arguing unabashed faith with scientific logic. You can’t, and therefore I don’t. Instead, I turn and kiss her. ‘So that’s what we’re celebrating tonight, I guess, miracles.’ ‘Yes, but maybe something more important,’ she says, ‘the true meaning of these holidays,. As it happens, although I’d put dark glasses on, for some reason, I couldn’t get off but kept my eyes closed anyway and she was sure I was asleep. I felt her move next to me and just cracked one eye open and saw the guy sitting next to her having a feel of her tits. Should I tackle her about it or see what happened? I stayed still.Next thing, she got up and I heard her tell him she was going to the toilet and as she edged past him he had a good feel of her arse. She wasn’t long and sat down.