I wasn't the least bit worried about how things were going to turn out.In the middle of the night we were woke up by a loud "Crash" coming from her ap...artment. I slipped out of bed and hurried as quietly as I could next door. Julie's door had been kicked down and there in her living room, facing away from me were those same two idiot cops, guns drawn, one looking right and one looking left. "They gotta be in here Like they was last time when he snuck up on us." No, ass holes, I am right here. Impressions of fucking in the bathroom? The living room? The floor? Their bed? ‘Yes, you know,’ Erika said sweetly. ‘The campaign. We’ve burst into life again after this O’Leary woman’s lies were exposed. But that means everything is hurtling along at two hundred miles an hour. Hardly time to think. But with only another day before the election, every second is vital.’ ‘I thought you weren’t going to talk politics,’ Alistair dryly murmured. Erika swung around to face him, her beaming smile not. They were trying to talk to each other. The little Russian he had learned from Nadia and the little English Petra had learned from her friend, was just enough, along with some pantomime, to communicate on a surprisingly high level. At least that's what it looked like, based on the head nods and smiles they were exchanging. Just what they were communicating about was a mystery, but Bob was sure it would all come out eventually."You know what I mean." She looked past him to Nadia. "Where did he. “I’ll be flying to New Orleans tomorrow morning, so I won’t see you for a week.” I finished, as I put on my lipstick. I walked into the bathroom and Anthony was drying off from the shower he had taken, so his nude body was kind of a distraction. “Did you hear me?” I asked, as I reached into my purse and pulled out a cigarette and placed it between my red, lip stick glossed, lips. “If you want to meet me at the set to watch the shoot, you better get there soon.” I told him. He just looked at me.