The guests and the local gentry flooded the garden and the garden salon where the music played. Ellen found herself the centre of friendly attention a...nd she danced with almost all the men in presence. Even James Palmer, Lord Brougham’s son, danced with her and made friendly conversation, and Ellen suspected that his mother had given him a hint. Long after midnight when the musicians announced the final dance, Ellen looked around frantically until she spotted Richard standing at the entrance.. It was almost 2:00 am and because it was a Tuesday night, the casino lobby was nearly empty. I was glad for that because I was in Las Vegas on business. I'd been nervously scanning the lobby and adjacent bar to be sure none of my colleagues were there. Given that I was a white married man who was nearly 60, I didn't need the trouble. Well, I actually did need a certain kind of trouble, and Lauren answered my Double List ad that was looking for the adult-fun kind of trouble. With her in my. The path down had a decent slope to it, but not enough to make the walk difficult. The path was stone and looked as old as everything else, and just as solid. There was grass, real Bermuda grass, for about 10' on each side of the walk, and then a stretch of five feet of plain dirt to the side of that, then more grass. It looked odd."Dan does that to keep everything else from overgrowing the grass. I think its overkill. He sprays a couple of gallons of Roundup on it every couple of months all. ‘‘Just why did JBG have so many men involved in a French operation? France has a large military, couldn’t they have handled it?’’ Candy said sarcastically.‘‘JBG is the unifying security force supporting the Pact countries and drawing together police and their military when necessary only in terrorist matters. JBG allows the appearance of normalcy in domestic affairs by doing that and maintaining secrecy. In this case - by luck - we even had operatives inside. Less than one hundred French.