She must know one of Satan’s generals personally.”That made her laugh a little against her will. “What if it’s iron-clad?” she asked.“Then... the two of us live on the $15 million of Stan’s money that I already have set aside for the future,” I told her. “I’d take you today with nothing more than the clothes on your back and consider myself lucky to have you to share the rest of my life with.”“I still want my own money,” she said. “Please don’t get upset about this, but I don’t ever want to feel. This Tomb Raider of the sky had awakened to her catamenial time and the pressure of her monthly rhythm. Soon, blood would flow from the seep of her womb and in-between her open legs, when her little prince would feed the multitude of his lusts. She was obligated. It was her rhythm. It was her nature."Well, let's go," she thought. "Why is it always easier to go down than to climb up?" She slung her backpack over her camisole -- Ow! a little sunburn. "Ha, a little heat for a long cold. Again, it was like we had known each other for years, but throughout the night I attempted several quick glances at her chest, trying to avoid being seen. Anyway, we all settled in and I started grilling the food with Jim’s help. We also set up the picnic table. Dena helped Brenda in the kitchen, and the four of us enjoyed a few hard lemonade drinks while talking and preparing the meal. We ate dinner while complimenting each other on our fantastic food! After dinner we were all. After all, it's been a while since his last man-to-man action.Back in London.The other Fiona Dietrich Greer was struggling to shed her Charles-skin inthe privacy of her hotel room. It had been a nervous day for her as shetried her best to act as if the liquor was still swimming in her system.It was all an attempt to masquerade her lack of knowledge in thetechnical aspects of war ships and submarines. After all, she had beenwarned by the real Charles.Finally stepping out of her disguise, Fiona.