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Second Time Through - Book IIChapter 11: Fashion Show free porn video
Debbie turned off the tape recorder, and removed the microphone from the center of the table.
"Well, I'm proud of you, Michael. That was well done," Catherine said.
I could see that Catherine was excited.
"Sarah, did you have something you wished to say?" Liz asked her daughter.
"Well, we ... all the girls, that is, wanted to thank Michael for the shopping spree today by having a little fashion show to help some of the girls make their final selection for the party tomorrow night," Sarah explained.
"What did you have in mind?" Catherine inquired.
"We could do it in the Great Hall, that way we can use the upstairs drawing room to change in," Sarah suggested.
"Are we invited too?" asked John, referring to himself and Jeff.
"Of course you are, Daddy!" Randi said.
"If you'll give us fifteen minutes, then," Sarah said.
All of the girls scrambled for the door. Sarah, Debbie, Helen, and Penny went with them. That left Jeff, John, Kalani, Liz, and Catherine, seated around the long dining room table with Jason and me.
Jeff picked up his cup and went to the sideboard for some more coffee before finding a seat closer to the end where the ladies were. So John and I followed suite. Jason excused himself, saying he would see us in a few.
"Michael, did you really speak to the President?" Liz asked, after everybody settled in closer.
"Yes, ma'am," I said.
"Well ... what did he say?"
"Uh, it's kind of embarrassing..." I replied. "Why don't I replay it for you?"
I connected everyone there and replayed most of the conversation.
"Well, I'm proud of you, Michael. That was well done," Catherine said when I finished.
"John, can you tell me why you called an emergency session of the board?" Catherine asked.
"Maybe I should answer that," I said.
Everyone looked to me.
"In about a year, this administration will be responsible for a break-in at the Democratic Committee's headquarters in the Watergate Hotel complex. Several people, including the two men I spoke with today, will be convicted and serve time for their part in the crime. Nixon, who will win by a landslide next year, will eventually be forced to resign in the summer of 1974. It will become known that Nixon recorded thousands of oval office conversations, but he will actually become infamous for what was recorded, and later erased. This deal we have with the Russians has now touched a contaminated White House, and John thought it best that our interaction with them be documented as much as possible," I explained.
"Very quick thinking on your part, John. It not only documents what happened, it gives us both a plausible reason for taping it, and a way to protect the girls," Catherine said.
"How is that?" Kalani asked.
"Unless they can prove a crime was committed, and that the children had a part in it or knew about it, they cannot be asked to testify concerning what they heard," John explained.
"Michael, can I ask you something?" Catherine said.
I was surprised. This sounded like the old Catherine. Was she still mad? If so, was she trying to trap me or something? The questions zipped through my mind as everyone now noticed my lengthy hesitation.
I saw Catherine nod her head, so I scanned her briefly.
"Please forgive me Michael. I'll explain later. I am an old fool," she thought to me. Please!"
I nodded my head and smiled. Catherine beamed.
"To heck with this!" I thought.
I got up and walked around the dining table to where Catherine sat, pulled her to her feet. Wrapping her in my arms, I kissed her. Then, I kissed her again.
No one made a sound until I walked back to my seat.
"Now, what was your question?" I said as I grinned.
Catherine fanned herself as she said, "Oh, my! I don't think I remember what I was going to ask!"
Everyone laughed with her as the tension between us seemed to dissipate.
"Oh, yes! I remember. I was going to ask why you didn't stick to your word about raising the price to one and a half billion?"
Yep! She was back. Only Catherine would have caught that little detail. I decided it was time to let the others in on my plans.
"I traded the price increase for a favor," I stated.
"What favor?" Liz asked.
"Kalani, does Tapato have formal diplomatic relations with the United States?" I asked her.
"Unfortunately, while our small island has been recognized, we have not been deemed worth establishing diplomatic relations with, so far."
"This will take a moment to explain then, and I hope I haven't overstepped my boundaries as Prince," I spoke now to Kalani.
"However, I have arranged for you and Mikeya to meet with the U.S. Secretary of State, Mr. William Rogers, next Tuesday morning at the State Department. If all goes well, on June twenty-ninth, you will be the guest of honor at a state dinner hosted by the White House, recognizing the newly established diplomatic relationship between the U.S. and The Sovereign Nation of Tapato."
Everyone looked to Kalani who's wine glass slipped from her hand as the implications of what I had done became clear to her.
The crash of the wine glass on the table top brought her back to reality. Catherine and Liz both jumped up to address the spill.
The whole time they were wiping the table top there was silence as we waited on Kalani's reaction.
Finally, she scooted her chair back, stood and walked around the table to where I sat. Then pulling me to my feet, she proceeded to kiss me. And then, she kissed me again, before resuming her seat. The whole time she was moving, her eyes never left mine. Her thoughts were all running at slightly less than the speed of sound, mostly native, but some French and some English mixed in.
"Ileana, can you interpret for me," I asked as I quickly tied her in to her mom's thoughts.
"Sure, we're almost ready ... MOTHER!" Ileana screamed from the other room.
"YOU CAN'T DO THAT!"
Ileana came racing back to the dining room. The twelve foot high solid wood carved doors reverberated against the walls as she slammed them open, screaming in Tapatoan at her mom.
Kalani did not realize that Ileana was angry. She also did not know yet, that I had asked her daughter to interpret her thoughts for me. So she grabbed Ileana hugging her tight with happiness over the country's upcoming new status.
Ileana was trying to break away in order to slap her mom, when Kalani realized that something was wrong. She stopped and looked at Ileana. (Ileana provided the translation to me later, because they were talking native.)
"What's gotten into you?" Kalani asked her.
"What has gotten into YOU? You cannot have him, he is mine!" Ileana screamed.
"What on earth are you talking about?"
"About you marrying Michael! I heard your thoughts! Michael ask me to translate!" Ileana told her mother angrily.
Kalani looked at her and began to laugh, then she looked at me and laughed harder, then back to Ileana and by now she was laughing so hard she had to sit down, holding her sides.
Of course, both the tension in the room, and Ileana's hostilities evaporated like an ice cube on the sidewalk in August, as we all just stared at Kalani, waiting for a translation to know what was going on.
When she could speak, she looked at me as she said, "Prince Michael, we will discuss the proper protocol for using your ... er ... gift, especially on a Queen, later. Right now, I must explain many things to my daughter. So if you will excuse us."
Kalani escorted her daughter and the others who had followed her, out of the dining room.
"Well!" Catherine said when they were gone. "That was exciting!"
"I'm not sure I understood all of it, but I think SOMEONE is going to have to learn to speak Tapatoan, very soon," Liz said to me, teasingly.
"I'm sure you will pick it up quickly. Kalani will probably get you a very handsome young tutor," I told her earnestly.
"Me? Why in the world, would I ever need to learn Tapatoan?" she asked.
"Because it will go well with your White House appointment as Ambassador to Tapato, on the twenty-ninth," I explained.
"My what? Michael Gregory Wagner! You didn't? ... You did!
"Yes, Ambassador Randall, I did!" I said smiling.
Catherine was amazed, but I sensed her pride in me also.
Liz was stunned! Their maternal grandfather (their mother's father) had been a young diplomat on the staff of the U.S. Ambassador to Spain, in the 1890s. He had filled the young sisters with stories of exotic places, people, and experiences. Ever since, it had been a secret, unattainable dream of Liz's to one day become a diplomat working in an exotic foreign country.
"You knew?"she thought to me. "You read my heart and you made it happen!"
"I told you, you deserve everything you want in life," I thought back.
"Well, I know what I want now!" she thought.
Liz stood and marched around the table to where I sat, and pulled me quickly to my feet. Then she kissed me. Then she kissed me again. It was a searing kiss, with Liz actually wrapping her leg around my legs as if she were going to climb me.
"Oh, Michael. I don't know if I can do it," she moaned as she broke our kiss.
"Sure you can. It's usually only a three year term, and you'll need Senate approval, but I'm sure you can," I told her.
"Oh, I know I can do the Ambassador part, I just don't know if I can wait!" Liz said.
"Wait?" I asked.
"To get you alone!" Liz said teasing me.
Only, I could tell she was serious.
Julie came in and said, "Are you all through in here? 'Cause the first annual Seven Oak's Fashion Show is ready to begin!"
We all followed Julie to the Great Hall.
Because of the way the home was designed, with the front hall being over thirty feet wide, two stories high, and running from the front door to the rear patio, it created a very large lobby-like area through the center of the home. And around the area were small sofas and chairs scattered in clusters throughout. All of the seating seemed to revolve around the central staircase, but was grouped so as not to impede traffic.
The staircase itself was massive, with carved balustrades and steps ten feet wide. They climbed up about twenty feet to a huge landing, with a large picture window facing the terraced back yard and the Sound. The stairs split on the landing, going left and right, leading to wings on either side of the Great Hall.
The girls had arranged the seating so we were facing the foot of the stairs, with a special seat for me in the center. Liz and Catherine were on either side and told to coach me as necessary. Nicky handed her grandmother a pad and an ink pen to make notes on my choices.
They had brought down Nicky's eight track tape player and inserted the Jackson Five's 'Third Album' for background music. I bit my tongue to keep from saying anything about golden oldies.
Helen was first, slowly making her way down the staircase. She had on a frilly, soft pink gown with big puffy sleeves. She looked nice, but her discomfort showed at being on display. She lamented about being out of her element, going to a fancy party. We all complimented her though, and told her she would have a good time.
Penny was next in a dark purple evening gown that left her shoulders bare. I know. It's called strapless. But it was sexy enough to remind me of how good she had looked naked.
I stood up as she approached the end of the stairs, bowing as she reached the bottom.
"You look lovely," I told her.
"Do you like it?" she asked breathlessly.
"I love it. I can't wait to see what else you selected," I told her.
Her face fell. "This is ... the only one I could afford," she said, her voice barely a whisper.
"Not to worry. I can't imagine you finding another one I would like better. You look stunning," I told her.
"Catherine. I need you. May I?" I thought to Catherine for the first time in a week. It felt good to know she was on my side again.
"Of course. Give it to me," she said. She had seen me speak to Penny, and witnessed the FBI Agent's reaction. Now she just needed the details. So I quickly fed her the memory.
"Penny was late to meet them, and didn't have time to try on any more. And she wouldn't let Nicky pay for her dress. She said she couldn't accept gifts from clients. I'll take care of it later, you need to focus on the girls right now," she thought back.
Each of the girls followed in turn. I stood and kissed them on the cheek every time they reached the bottom step, complimenting them on some aspect or feature of the gown. Then Catherine and Liz and Helen would ask me questions and compare my opinion to theirs, before finally writing something down.
I won't try to describe them all, but I realized that their second selections were a bit more daring than their first, and their third selections were pushing the boundaries a little. It didn't take long for me to figure out that Debbie and Sarah were somewhere upstairs, helping the girls to get dressed.
And they all looked fabulous. It was going to be some tough decisions. I found it fascinating to see them all parade down the stairs, not as girls, but, as young ladies.
Randi's maturity showed, and if I had met her at the party tomorrow night, I would have thought her to be in her twenties.
"You look fantastic in that one, Randi," I told her on her third choice. "I can't wait until I'm old enough to ask you out. Even though a twenty-three year old would never go out with a mere boy," I told her.
"She might if the boy were a prince!" she said, as she looked over my shoulder at Jason.
"I hope you were paying attention!" I thought quickly to Jason, as Randi moved to the side. This was her last gown and she didn't have to rush off and change. Jason had been dreamily following her, and his head started when he heard my voice.
"You mean me?" he asked.
"Jason, my brother-in-law. She sure wasn't talking to me," I replied laughing.
"Oh ... Oh! Okay," he said as he finally got it.
I noticed that Mandy's choices were all bright colored and frilly. She was excited to be a part of things, but I got the impression this would be a lot more interesting to her in a few years.
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