The scarlet against the blue of my dress is a striking contrast. One flower. He handed out just one of the promised favours. I feel a tightening in my... chest. He handed it to me. I expected to come, see lots of beautiful things and leave. No roses were landing in my lap according to my plans, and yet here one is, the innocent velvet petals smiling up at me from the exquisite bloom. The tightening in my chest drifts lower to my thighs as I feel the familiar eyes of a particular stranger settle on. "Hi, Mistress Amy. Susan's exaggerating, unfortunately. I don't really have any good stories to tell. I was just telling her that Suzanne wants my seduction of Aidy to go slow. So I have to hold back. And I have my maid living here. Anika. Have either of you met her?"Amy and Susan both said "No."Amy added, "I haven't even met Adrian. I've only seen a photo." She began talking off her clothes as she said this."Well," Brenda said with resignation, "Anika is wonderful. She's an older lady from. We walked out to the limo for the ride to the Voronin home in Georgetown. As usual, we had an FBI car following us. I chuckled.“Is something funny, Stepa?” Tatyana asked.“I saw the FBI car. They’ve come to visit me a couple of times to ask about your father and to find out if you were a honey trap,” I chuckled.“Typical «некультурный» Americans!” Tanya exclaimed. “As if I would prostitute myself in such a way!”Katya Sergeyevna laughed, “It has been known to happen!”“But not with me!” Tanya. Signing her name, she put the book back on the shelf and leaned back in the chair. Now came the hardest part of the night. Time passed slowly after the house keeping was done. Her aide was in the activities room watching TV. She tried reading the novel she had brought with her but couldnt get into it. Sighing she put it down and went to the kitchen for coffee. She checked her reflection in the mirrored window of the door as she entered. Her silky blond hair was in place under her cap, and no.