I was hoping we could just stay here if you don't mind," Sarah said softly. "Uh, sure, I mean if you don't want to go, that's fine with me," I replied..., wondering why she had changed her mind.She began slowly moving her hands over my chest. Her silky smooth fingers slid softly over my trembling skin. I tried to speak but she placed a finger on my lips.She returned her hand to my chest and continued caressing my skin. Her touch was soft and sensual. I had not been touched like that for some. As soon as we emptied the pot of hot organ stew into the trough, both Tigers were there inhaling the fragrant concoction.“You need to allow that to cool some,” I sent to them, but Bob had to try it out anyway, and quickly backed up.“HOT!” he sent.“Yes, that was what I was telling you. It needs to cool down some before you can eat it. Sergeant Ferguson made it special for both of you. I will tell you about it later,” I sent to both of them.“Can eat soon?” Susie sent.“Yes, when it cools. You will. "What?" "Well, you know. Cheesy? Like, that stuff we were going over earlier didn't sound like anything people would say in real life." I wouldn't know it for another minute or two, but that was the key phrase here. That was the turning point in all this. Maybe Mrs. McKinley had been planning it all along, but knowing her personality and her married-ness, I really doubted it. When she took out her copy of the play we'd been reading through and said "Show me which part you mean," she hadn't. Don’t start disappointing me with useless questions. ‘Forgive me my lord,’ the aide quickly says. ‘I will figure something clever.’ You had better. If this gets fucked up then you will be the first to feel my wrath. ‘It will be done as commanded,’ the aide says assuredly, but the screen has already gone blank. ‘Fuck,’ he says silently before stepping out of the room. The aide heads down the hall which is nearly empty having been previously cleared on Todd Nichols, director of the FBI,.