It was not as much as they used to make in the old days but it was a lot better than he made in the garage."Thanks, Harry; everything is costing a lot... more these days. Any chance you can get me some whiskey for my wife's Slava party next week?"Harry looked at the rough looking hulk in the driver's seat. It was amazing how domestic life had tamed the animal inside the "always ready for a fight" Nickolai."The Dancer" was sitting quietly looking out the window at the palatial estates flashing by. I ate at the Y. I had a furburger and an order of thighs. I went muff diving and carpet eating. I ate your cunt. I ate you out. No doubt there are others, all unsatisfactory. I worshipped you. I took your love straight from your body. You offered and I partook. Don’t get me wrong. I was a twenty year old in love and more importantly, horny. We had canoodled our way up that hill. I had been in a state of over-excitement for hours, hell days. I didn’t lay there on my back thinking deep thoughts. If you wish to keep these from appearing online or distributed to the media, you’ll need to do the right thing. I'll be in touch.Sincerely,One of your biggest fans…"What the fuck..."The profanity was crude and uncharacteristic. If any of her campaign team, including Trish, had overheard her, there would have been questions asked, and answers expected. The darkness of that scene made her chuckle.If an exasperated 'fuck' got their knickers in a twist, then it's a good thing, Trish, her campaign. Thomas was getting up as he saw my hand reaching towards him. His body was standing his full height as he took the receiver. ‘Dr. William speaking.’ His voice was deep. I looked upon his face he had gotten unreadable again. Hearing the conversation I was looking out the window. Standing there I saw the beauty of the city far below us. My eyes were focused upon the lights I didn’t hear Thomas walking up behind me. ‘Guess you will meet Sam tonight. There was a mix up on the room so we will be.