Everybody pays. What have you got to offer Capitallia? Have you a sponsor?" No, Mr. President," Ambassador Cai admitted. "I was hoping that the Republ...ic of Capitallia would sponsor me. I do have diplomatic knowledge. Right now I am a dead man. Can you persuade Doctor Dalton to sponsor me?" Doctor Dalton is a private citizen," President Proctor said. "Unless his Nevada militia unit is mobilized in Nevada state or Capitallian federal service, Henry James Dalton is his own man." What was he doing. ’ Nellie whispered to herself that Cliff could see auras, or at least she thought her could. Perhaps she’d misunderstood what he was saying. Out of habit (in the skipper’s case out of necessity) they both scanned 360 degrees as they emerged up the companionway and rechecked the course they were sailing for anything untoward from a mostly submerged shipping container if they could indeed spot such a hazard to a ship or any disturbed water. The alarm-equipped radar was on but nothing and nobody. On a Friday night, the four of us headed to the Swing Time Club in Punta Gorda, Florida. Betsy and I were both dressed like sluts with very low-cut short dresses that exposed lots of tits, cleavage, and legs. Bill and Alex loved our slutty look.At the door, we were met by the Club host who introduced himself as Harold but said to call him Hal. Bill and Hal exchanged a hearty handshake and Hal said, “Welcome back Bill, nice to see you and your sexy friends". Bill made introductions all. ‘David, please — we need to talk.’ Giving up with his key Fenwick turned around and looked at the car. ‘What have you done to my front door?’ He said as he walked down the short flight of stairs to the sidewalk. ‘Get in.’ Monica said, opening the door for him and moving across the back seat. ‘It’s important.’ ‘It had better be.’ Fenwick grumbled as he folded his umbrella and shook the water from it before getting into the sedan. **** ‘Here’s the new key to your front door.’ Monica said, handing.