I needed to sort out what I was going to do. Firstly I phoned my solicitor. I know it was Saturday, but since he was also one of my best mates I knew ...his phone number. ‘David, it’s Jack.’ ‘Hi Jack,’ David always greeted me that way, a standing joke. ‘I know what this call is about and I’m really sorry, but I can’t represent you. Diane came to me to file. I told her I couldn’t handle the case because of conflict of interest, so I called in my partner and he’s dealing with her.’ ‘Shit…’ David cut. ”“So I can go to a wedding?”“Of course. Is that what was concerning you, Miss Malone?”“Among other things, Doctor. Friends are getting married in a day or two, just before the operation.”“Lovely. You know when to be here for the operation. Enjoy the wedding, Miss Malone.”Elizabeth took Kathleen’s arm to escort her back outside. To their surprise, A car was sitting there waiting for them. The driver came up to them: “Corporal Kathleen Malone?”“Yes.” she said, mystified.“Mrs Diane Kempe asked. "And that's ok?" "Yeah," he nodded eagerly. "It doesn't count as sex since it's not in the vagina and can't make a baby." "Ok," she said, happy to give him what he wanted. After all, she trusted him completely since he had been an alter boy for years and still sung in his church's choir. He was a catholic and not a lutheran so obviously they couldn't date, but she was excited to fuck him all the same. Travis helped her up and then told her to bend over the bench. He came around behind and put. Little did he know that his trip was about to take a decided turn for the worse.Across the breakfast room in the hotel Mehmet was staring at the clean-shaven handsome American while he slowly sipped his coffee. This white man was just Mehmet’s type – smooth light skin, slim build, an almost effeminate look. He decided right there that he had to possess this object of his desires, and he began to hatch his plan as he finished his breakfast.It had been simple for a wealthy and connected man.