He looked at Ginny, ‘Thank you sir, she is as beautiful as ever.’ He listened again. ‘Yes Sir. I will discuss it with her and get back to you in... a few minutes. Goodbye.’ Mack looked at Ginny, ‘That was the President. He wants us to meet him in Camp David for the weekend. He wants to discuss a mission he has in mind for us. He will send a plane for us tomorrow.’ Ginny looked at him with her brow furrowed, ‘He didn’t give you any clue as to what the mission was?’ ‘No, he did ask after you by. Very strange!"Why, Lynn, how good to see you, darling," called Kelly Agard as Lynn timidly entered the spacious but cluttered dressing room. The young woman had always been shy and ill at ease with Kelly because of her former love affair with this woman's husband. Phil had once said that Kelly knew all about it and didn't mind, but Lynn had not believed him."It's nice to see you, Mrs. Agard," the young wife responded politely, studying the well-built brunette as she took a seat and fumbled. My eyes slowly climbed up the dancers body. My mouth fell open as I saw who it was on stage: Galatea. I could not believe my eyes. The DJ increased the tempo and her dance really got started. She grew up dancing, and I knew she had some moves on her, but I had never seen her do anything like this before. The M.C. announced that she was an amateur and that this was the first time on the big stage (though she had been rehearsing with some of the dancers the last couple of evenings). She toyed. I placed the blindfold before my eyes and tied it tight around my head. The darkness was there now, nothing to see for me anymore. That made me the only one cause there were about sixty people in the club watching the show. I felt someone taking my hand and leading me to the wall. The assistant placed me with my back against the wall. She grabbed my hand and lifted it up to handcuff my arm against the wall, on shoulder level. She did the same with my other arm. Suddenly someone kicked against.