Rhapsody On The Sky Dialectical Journal

Too consumed with pondering whether Sky would live up to her promises, and be as interesting in bed as she'd made herself out to be, before concluding the answer was yes, Ben missed the glimmer of sunlight reflecting off a rifle barrel as they exited the Mall. "If a woman is to lead her Country, and be respected by her subjects, Ms Lassiter, then she does need to live up to her word." Winking, the man was amazed that, with what had occurred in the past twenty-four hours, and their lives on the line until they were safely ensconced in England, he could enjoy himself so much. Or that he anticipated the dangerous necessity of breaking their journey to obtain a hotel-room and recharge their batteries much, much more than he really should.

Particularly when sleep was not stated on the agenda, and they'd possibly be required to remain an additional night in the same location in order for him to recover from the galore of pussy. Though, that brought another thought to mind. With Sky's constant references to James Bond, would a cheap hotel-room suffice? Or would the Future Queen of England be content with nothing less than sex on a jet-ski, in a hot-tub, or bent over the trunk of an Aston Martin, whilst he nonchalantly sipped on a shaken, but not stirred, dry Martini? He did have a reputation to uphold for the men of Britain. "I'd …show more content…
Obviously, having viewed too many Hollywood movies; where the bad-guys needed to be easily distinguishable from the good-guys, because the producer and director thought their audiences too fucking stupid to be able to tell the difference otherwise, if they'd been attired in civilian clothes, he might not have recognised the danger until it was too late. Instead, their attire immediately gave them away, and as Ben and Sky zig-zagged across the floor, he planted a slug in the centre of each one's