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talking about, but she seemed relieved.  He asked, "And now?  You think things will get better?"
    "Yeah they will.  For a while at least.  Tomorrow, the airports will reopen with bag check-in done at every Post Office.  FedEx and UPS will come by and pick up the bags for transfer to the airport.  The bags will be checked for bombs at the airport and then loaded.
    "The stock market will start to recover as well.  The Federal Reserve will pump in $20 billion to start, but they'll keep it going until stock prices rebound.  The President will announce an extensive bombing campaign against the group who planted the bomb in Chicago.  The video of vehicles and buildings being destroyed over in that shithole will help the public's confidence.  The FBI will arrest people in several cities for providing assistance to terrorists."
    He turned and faced her directly.  "How in the world could you possibly know such things?  It's like that video you had in the coffee shop.  I . . ."
    She cut him off.  "I tell you about it later.  Right now, I'm horny.  Let's go."
    She rose and walked off.  He followed.
    ***
    She lay naked on the bed, her hands joined above her head and legs spread apart.  She let him take off his shirt, but that was all.  "Ask permission before you do anything," she said.
    It sounded like an order.  "Can I rub your calves?"
    "Yes, you can.  I think I'll like that."
    He did.  They were firm, but smooth.  They smelled slightly like flowers.  He kneaded them down to her ankles.
    "Can I massage your thighs?"
    "Go ahead.  I'm starting to get really turned on."
    He put one hand on the inside of each thigh and moved them, palms down, from her knees to just below her crotch.  He did it again in the opposite direction.
    'God, that feels good.  Don't stop."  She spread her legs farther apart.
    He was starting to breathe heavily.  "Can I kiss your nipples?"
    "Yes," her voice was quiet.  Her eyes closed.
    She moaned softly at the touch of his lips and for the next hour, she answered each of his questions the same way.
    ***
    "I don't want you to think I do this with every billionaire who comes here."
    They were sitting up in bed, recovering.  She pulled her hair back and secured it with a clip from the night stand.  "I've always been like this - I'll go months without a man and then, boom - something sets me off and I can't get enough.  Don't worry though; it'll wear off in a while."
    He grinned at her honesty.  Most women were more reserved, at least in their talk about sex.  Her forthrightness in bed and in their other interactions were such a turn on.  He remembered the pain in his shoulder and it caused a faint resurgence of desire.  He reached for her.
    "Not now.  As you have seen, things are more than a little hectic around here.  I really shouldn't have been away this long, but I couldn't help myself.  I've been thinking of getting in bed with you for the last two days.
    "Anyway, play time is over."  She started to dress.  "On the way back here, you asked about our plan and what it would cost you.  Are you ready to pay?"
    He remembered that she'd said it would cost him everything.  At the time, he thought this was just exaggeration or melodrama, but now he had a vision of Satan, offering him a contract to sell his soul, grinning at the temptation.  All he had to do was sign on the dotted line in blood.
    He shook his head to clear it.  She couldn't be serious about the cost.  It was silly to even think of him giving her everything.  Still, she was obviously connected and seemed to know things that only government insiders would know.  He decided to hear what she had to say.  What harm could it do?
    ***
    She led him to a conference room.  It was nicely appointed with muted colors and a maple table surrounded by twelve expensive looking ultra-modern chairs.  Along the long wall, a series of large video monitors were mounted end to end.  There were no windows.  She pulled out a