Chapter 5
Candice arrived precisely at noon at the Senator's private dining room. If the staff dining room was amazing, the Senator's personal dining room was incredible. It was a large room, with deep-hued wooden walls and a beautiful wall-to-wall Persian rug that looked more like a tapestry. The dining table was a long oak table capable of seating twenty persons. In the center of the table stood a fabulous ten-candle brass candelabra. Fresh flowers dotted the table in large urns. Around the table were large, well padded leather and oak chairs. The Senator sat at the head, calmly puffing on his pipe. Candice noticed that there was only one other place set, that in front of the chair immediately to the right of the Senator.
"Miss Staunton—Candice. Please come in," said the Senator, noticing her and rising. He indicated the empty chair and waited until she sat down to reseat himself.
A waiter came in and brought them soup. The lunch was extremely pleasant to Candice and she basked in the attention that she was getting. Course after course of scrumptious, perfectly prepared food was placed before her, and she and the Senator went through two bottles of fine French wine. All through the meal the Senator chatted amiably with her. He spoke of his childhood in Montana and of his ranch on the plains. For the first time since she had known him, the Senator had lowered his cold facade. He was like a different person. Gone was the cold, powerful composure of the senior United States Senator from Montana. It was replaced by a boyish personality. His cold, grey eyes became a sparkling blue. He seemed interested in her too, asking her about her childhood and her hopes for the future. Candice was never so affected by anyone in her life. She opened up completely to the Senator, chattering like a child. Lunch ended and the places were cleared and replaced by two brandies. Candice settled back in her chair, warming and inhaling the snifter of brandy. The strong smell was wonderfully stimulating. The bottle of wine that she had drank with lunch was having its effect also. She looked at the charming man who sat across from her. At this moment she would do anything for him.
"What I am going to ask you to do, Candice, is something that I've never entrusted to anyone from the office before," he said seriously. "I think you're different from the others, Candice, and I think that you can handle an assignment as tough as this one. Are you interested in hearing more?" Candice nodded.
"Good!" the Senator continued. "I knew that I could count on you. Tonight the leader of the Chinese delegation will be attending a very special dinner party with myself and some other top Senators as a matter of protocol. I want you to come, I want you to turn him on and go home with him, and I want you to find out whatever you can about his delegation's plans. This is very important, Candice. The whole nation depends on it. Think you're up to it?"
"Yes, sir!" said Candice smartly.
"Excellent. Now, Candice," the Senator's voice took on a confidential tone, "this won't be easy. You won't be dealing with a hungry cock, you know. This man, Chang, is one of the toughest nuts in the whole Chinese entourage. He's like a machine. Don't think that because you flutter your eyes and show him some leg he's going to jump all over you. You'll have to be subtle and clever. Now, go home and get yourself looking beautiful."
Candice rose obediently and started for the door.
The Senator's voice stopped her. "Oh, and Candice, I want you to be the prettiest girl there. I want every other man to want you. But you will reserve yourself for Chang. Even he probably has some vanity. Now go home. Tonight you're going to be the most important woman in America!"
Candice left the Senator feeling fantastic. Never in a million years had she thought that she, Candice Staunton, would be entrusted with a top-secret mission for her country. She knew that she was well equipped for the job. What she wondered was whether or not she would succeed.
The door of the black limousine opened, and Miss Candice Staunton stepped onto the sidewalk in front of the fancy, private club where the dinner was being held. She went inside and was dazzled by the lights as her announcement was made. The room was completely filled with distinguished-looking gentlemen and beautiful ladies. But none could hold a candle to Candice. She was truly gorgeous tonight. She wore a low-cut, white silk dress that hugged tightly every one of Candice's curves. Her magnificent cleavage stood out, and between her white boobs she had placed a red rose. The dress was open all the way down her back so that the crack of her magnificent ass was peeking over the top. The thin material of the dress curved the cheeks of her half-bared behind so they were easily seen. As she walked, the dress flowed over her body like caressing hands. Her hair was finely done up and a few blonde curls brushed at her temples. She looked like an aristocratic whore.
Chang arrived shortly after her, and Candice looked him over, sizing up her prey. The diplomat was of middle American height, tall for a Chinese. He wore the familiar dark suit and plain black shoes. His still-brown hair was brushed sharply back. He stood with calm indifference to the amiable gestures of the surrounding guests. And he took no notice of the magnificent lady who stood eyeing him from the corner.
Everyone ate dinner and immediately afterward, Candice decided that it was time to spring into action. She ambled over to where Chang stood, and brushed past him, letting her perfume fill his nostrils. Still, Chang did not look her way at all. He stared straight ahead, sipping at a glass of ginger ale. Senator Hughes watched impotently as Candice tried every thing that she knew, to try and attract Chang. Nothing seemed to work. Disconsolately, she left the main party and wandered into one of the other rooms of the club. It must have been the study. Huge bookshelves covered the walls up to the high ceilings. In the center of the room was a chess table and two large, leather chairs. Candice sat down in one of them and absent-mindedly fingered the pieces.
Her concentration was broken by a strange voice that spoke with a singsong foreign accent. It was Chang, "Oh, so you play chess!" said the diplomat cheerily. "As do I." Candice was shocked by Chang's appearance but kept her mouth shut.
He walked over to the side of her chair and stared down at her. Candice felt locked in the eyes of the strange foreigner. Chang reached down to the chess table and picked up a pawn. He stared at it for a few minutes. Then he plucked the rose from between Candice's bountiful tits with his other hand. He weighed the two in his hands for a moment, then put them both down on the chess table. To do this he had to bend quite close to Candice's pronounced cleavage. The hot lust smell of the space lilted into his nostrils. The heat enraged his cheeks. The diplomat stayed in that position for a half-second too long, and Candice knew that he was getting interested. She was turned on, too. She wanted to break this little man, to have him moaning for mercy like she had done to the others.
Chang suddenly brought his head close to the surface of her heaving tits. His hot breath touched them and Candice felt a little ache in her pussy. She reached up one arm and circled it around the head of Chang. Slowly, she pulled the head down onto her yearning white flesh. Chang's pink tongue flashed out and he bathed her tits with saliva. With one hand he dipped into the moist flesh between Candice's legs. He found her pussy and gave long, knowing strokes to the swollen lips of her cunt. Candice moaned and spread her legs wide. He lifted her dress above her knees. Can-dice's yearning bush and twat were in plain view. Chang continued his hand-movements in Can-dice's cunt, spreading her cunt lips wide apart and searching for her budding clit. In a second he found it. Taking her clit between two deft fingers he began to roll it gently back and forth. Candice moaned and began moving her hips in time with Chang's strokes. Her pussy watered under his hands. Chang moved his other hand up to Candice's tits and rubbed them until Candice was squirming in the chair.
She felt for his cock. It was painfully pushing its way through Chang's austere clothes. Candice unzipped him and reached her hand in to firmly grasp Chang's swollen member. He was breathing hard now, and looking like any other man. Candice's cunt creamed at the thought of fucking Chang. Here was a man who was an important diplomat in a mysterious foreign country. In a minute, she knew that he would be pounding her with his hot rod.
Candice writhed and moaned, staining her elegant dress with her dripping slit. She brought the Chinaman's cock out of his pants. It was not as massive as Richard's or Jockomo's but it was wide at the middle. Even more, it was the most beautiful cock that Candice had ever laid eyes on. It looked like it had been carved out of stone. She brought her head down and took it into her warm mouth. She let her tongue slowly wrap around his cock, bathing it with saliva. All the time, she was sucking in a way that ran shivers up Chang's back. Candice's skill in cocksucking was considerable. She flicked her tongue like a butterfly against the slight ridge on the underside of Chang's cock. He threw back his head and let out a strange high-pitched noise that Candice had never heard before. All the same it turned her on terribly.
Her pussy ached for Chang's cock. His finger was deep within the folds of her pussy, rubbing her clit. Candice's cunt frothed cream at his skillful stimulation. She could feel the sweat begin to rise on the back of her neck. It dripped across her neck and down unto one of her heaving tits. It dripped lower circling the nipple and finally resting on Chang's hand, which was between her bountiful boobs. Chang rubbed her tits expertly. He used just the right amount of pressure and motion to bring out all of the erogenous quality of Candice's tits. Candice moaned, "Oh, you rub me so nice there. Oh ... that feels so good ... yes ... Yes!" With a shriek she tried to lift herself off of the chair and impale herself on Chang's cock. But Chang held her down with firm pressure on one shoulder.
"Relax, my sweet flower," he purred. "There is no cause for rush in the art of lovemaking. We shall reach the very highest plateaus together. But we shall do it one step at a time."
Candice felt a strange warmth at his words. Silently and gracefully she undid the straps of her long gown and let it drop to the floor. Candice's beautiful body drove the diplomat mad with desire. He let his eyes linger for a moment on her firm, jutting breasts. He wanted to bury his face between those twin mounds of fragrant flesh. Candice began to writhe her hips in time to some silent rhythm. She undulated widely and thrust her pussy back and forth, the pussy juices seeping out and running down the insides of her thighs. She arched her hands high over her head and brought her palms together. When she did this, her breasts rose and pushed out even further. Silently she danced around the rut-crazed diplomat, her dance an imitation of fucking.
Chang admired the fluidness of her body's movements. He knew that in a moment, he would lose control of himself. It made the present so delicious for him. He gazed at the dancing beauty, whose naked body made his prick almost split his pants. It is the foolishness of these Westerners, he thought, that they do not realize that the true enjoyments of sex lie in the anticipation. He undressed. Candice whirled around his body. As Chang shed his clothes, Candice got a good look at him. He was in remarkable shape, A student of the martial arts, Chang's body was like an animal's. There was not an ounce of flesh that was not muscle. Each muscle was perfectly toned. Candice brought her dance closer to Chang. She spiraled around him, finally coming so close that her whirling breasts touched his arm.
Chang shot out his arm and grabbed the whirling Candice. She spun into his arms. In a second he held her in a crushing grip, flattening her breasts against her chest. His hot mouth drove his tongue deep into Candice's begging lips. She felt his hot prick against her belly, feeling like it wanted to burst its way through her flesh right there.
She reached down one long-fingered hand and grabbed at his throbbing member, feeling the hot blood passing through it. It pumped in her hand and felt like a thing alive. Her aching pussy creamed and creamed. She wanted Chang to shove his burning cock up her aching twat like she had never wanted anything before. But Chang was not through arousing her. As she played with his hot cock, his hand again found her slit hot and begging for his touch. He reached in between the hot folds of her flesh, found her clit and began to twirl it in his fingers. Candice felt the blood from every part of her body stream up to her clit, and it grew to an enormous size beneath Chang's skillful hands. She writhed her hips and tried to plunge herself on his outstretched finger, but Chang kept his hand far enough away from her so as only to put the lightest pressure on her clit. And with this light but firm pressure he rubbed and rubbed. Candice felt herself awash with desire. She tightened her hold on Chang's cock, squeezing it violently. Chang did not lose his composure or stop rubbing Candice's clitoris. Her pussy lips swelled and her juices dripped from the steaming pink slit.
She began to move her hand up and down on Chang's cock. He felt the firm pressure glide up and down the skin of his glans, causing incredible hot flashes to run up and down his back. Candice massaged his tool as she pumped him. Blood coursed through his maddened member. Chang had the largest hard-on that he had ever had. It seemed to scream to him. It begged him to plunge it again and again into Candice's moist cunt. He felt the come rise out of his balls and run the length of his prick. It grew even larger. It seemed like it was going to explode. He felt Candice's hot breath on his shoulders as he played with her clit. The scent of cunt and cock rose from their steaming bodies and mingled with Candice's perfume, causing a maddening odor. He tasted her hot mouth, devouring it as if it were a luscious piece of fruit.
Suddenly, he felt Candice's cunt lips close on his finger as if it were caught in a vice. He felt her juices squeeze out of the aching hole and drip down his fingers. At the same time his come filled the head of his cock. At the same instant, Candice moaned and her pussy relaxed, and Chang let loose a stream of come. It spurted out of the head of his prick and covered Candice's tits and neck.
The two of them stood there, holding each other up. Then, able to stand on their own, they loosened their grip on one another. Steaming spunk still dripped from the end of Chang's prick. It also hung on Candice's body. Chang's come dripped from the end of her tits. One pearly drop of his spunk hung precariously from one of her still-hard nipples. Chang brought his head over to Candice's tit and began to lick his come from it. The pink tongue of the diplomat bathed her tits with warm saliva, eating every bit of come off them. She almost came again, watching him. She looked at his face. Gone was the inscrutable Chinese diplomat and in his place was something between a little boy and an Oriental sage at peace with the Cosmic All. She kneeled in front of his dripping prick. Taking it in her warm mouth, she licked the remaining come from Chang's prick. It tasted pleasantly salty to her and for a second and she wished that Chang had not licked his come off her, so that she could gobble it up herself. Candice really loved the taste of a man's hot come. When she was in high school, she remembered giving boys blow jobs and them trying to pull her head away from them when they were about to come. She had shaken her head violently each time and stayed where she was until she felt the salty, syrupy come stream into her hungry mouth. And she had felt in heaven as she had lapped every last drop off the cocks of the astonished boys.
Chang had his hands on both sides of her head as she sucked him, murmuring something in Chinese. It sounded like a poem. She felt him begin to get hard again. His cockhead pushed its way past her wet lips and entered the warm, dark recesses of her throat. Chang's cock continued to grow until it was even bigger than the last time, its head buried at the very base of her throat. But Candice kept on sucking, whirling her tongue around his aching prick and bathing it in warm saliva. She sucked especially carefully at the sensitive head, taking it full within her lips and sort of kissing it from the inside. Chang began to move his hips in and out, fucking her perfect face and beautiful, wet mouth. She reached around behind him and felt with her fingers for his asshole. In a second she found it. Moistened by the juices of her own dripping pussy she worked her finger around the rim of his bumhole. Steam rose from within his body. As Candice crammed her finger up his sensitive flesh, Chang began to feel the desire for a cunt around his cock, rather than a mouth. He looked down on Candice's full blonde mane and stroked her earlobes, causing her to suck even faster and more passionately.
Her tongue did not miss a spot on his aching prick shaft. His blood rose into his prick and the head began to push its way into Candice's throat. She gagged a little at first, but she quickly learned, to breathe between strokes. His cock moved in and out of her mouth. He could feel her lips pull tight on his cockhead as he pulled all the way out, causing maddening pressure. Finally, Chang could wait no longer. He pulled his hot cock out of Candice's sucking mouth and began to rub it all over her face. Candice bit and nibbled at the cock as it passed her mouth, her pink tongue covering it with warm wetness.
Chang lowered Candice gently onto her back. He towered over her, his cock jutting just above her mouth. With agonized moans of anticipation, Candice brought her head up and took the throbbing prick into her mouth. But Chang had other ideas. Gently loosing himself, he began to rub his cock all over Candice's sweaty body. The sweat of her, and the musky dampness of him, lubricated his cock. He slid it all over her neck, fucking the very pores of her skin. Then he slid it slowly down over her shoulders and began to rub his agonized prick all over Candice's creamy tits. She moaned deeply with pleasure. Chang was taking his good time with her and she was starting to respond.
Candice writhed on the floor beneath him. Chang rubbed his hot prick against the sweaty flesh of her boobs. He stroked it across her breasts and teased her rubbery, erect nipples with the end of his cock. She felt as though he were fucking every inch of her at once. She wondered if the others out in the dining room could hear her moans, but she did not care. She had entered the room a spy, but now she felt very much like the hard-fucking woman that she knew herself to be.
Chang held her two tits together and ran his cock through the crevice between. The sweat poured out from between her tits and his cock slid easily back and forth. He felt his come rise from this motion and he cupped her breasts even tighter. The pressure of Candice's tit-flesh felt just like the hot, moist folds of a woman's cunt. He began to make a singsong sound as he brushed his hot cock over her. Then without warning, he shot wad after wad of hot, sticky come into her face. She tried to get some in her mouth, but most of the come landed on her neck and cheeks. It stuck together the strands of her silky blonde hair. She licked the come from her own breasts, tasting the saltiness of her sweat mingled with the slight salt flavor of Chang's jism. Still Chang slipped his sprouting tool time and time again between her tits, bathing her with wad after wad.
As Candice greedily gobbled Chang's come he slid himself down to her hot pussy. With a little shout, Candice felt the diplomat's tongue enter her pussy's warm interior. He nibbled at the lips of her cunt, searching for her clit with his tongue. Candice moaned and writhed as he ate her, raising her legs onto his back and hugging his chest. Chang raised his hands up to Candice's tits and rubbed his steamy come all over her. She followed his hands with her mouth, nibbling at his fingers. All the time she lapped up the sticky spunk. Chang had worked his mouth deeply into her cunt now, and was sucking her cunt juices, even as she ate his come. The scent of her cunt filled his nostrils. Smelling the slightly acrid odor of pussy drove him deeper and more frenzied into the steaming hole.
Candice moved her hips around, driving her pussy further and further onto the face of Chang. He could hardly breathe, but it did not matter to him. Nothing mattered to him right now except to sink his face deeper and deeper into Candice's pink slit. She felt her body tighten with a thousand vises. Chang drove all the way into her, feeling layer upon layer of the folds of her cunt give way. Candice could not spread her legs any wider now, or she would break them off at the stems. He whipped his head back and forth in a frenzy, his tongue lapping at her musky cunt at an incredible pace. Candice let out a scream. She put both of her feet on Chang's back and forced her body upwards, enveloping his face completely in her dripping slit. Her body tightened incredibly, dangerously close to the breaking point. Her cunt creamed and creamed, vast wads of her come bubbling through her cunt. Candice came and came, while Chang kept up his skillful licking. Then with one last shriek, she was finished and lay still.
Chang raised himself and looked at the girl, softly moaning on the floor before him. He slowly brought himself up to her face and tenderly kissed her. Candice could smell the strong musky odor of her cunt on his face. She kissed him deeply, her hot tongue sliding past his lips and deeply into his mouth. Salivas mingled, and both, though exhausted, felt the familiar urge again. Candice could feel Chang's prick, lying against her leg, grow hard again and she knew exactly what he was thinking. She was thinking the same thing.
Chang looked deeply into her eyes and spoke, slowly and carefully. "My family was an aristocratic one from the North. Before the Revolution, the male children were all taught the arts of lovemaking. I had an experienced courtesan teach me everything when I was twelve years old. My father was given a full report. I was expected to live up to his standards. In all of my experiences, you are the most exciting woman that I have ever met. That includes all of my father's courtesans, specially schooled in the erotic arts. Tell me child, what is your name?"
"Candice."
"We have a word that sounds something like that. It is an old word, from the old days. It is hardly used any more. It means little yellow blossom."
Candice looked up at Chang's serene smile. She relaxed in his arms and he bent down and kissed her hungrily. Moving his legs he got his big tool right at the mouth of Candice's cunt. He stroked it back and forth across her pussy lips, making her swoon with hot flashes. Her blood again rose within her, making her feel flushed and heady. Chang worked the head of his thundering cock head subtly into her pussylips. He felt the hot hole beckon him inward. In a flash he had worked the first three inches of the shaft into her streaming hole, and by moving his hips in a circle, was drilling himself into her. Candice felt the folds of her pussy give way before Chang's insistent drilling. She moved her hips the opposite direction, so that cock churned deeply against cunt walls, causing delicious sensations to spread over them both. They were getting hotter now, panting like dogs.
Suddenly, Chang drew his knees up under him so that he was kneeling in front of Candice, His cock was still buried deep in her hole. Taking hold of her sides, he grasped her firmly and lifted her up so that her whole weight was on her pussy. It drove his cock maddeningly deep into her.
"You make me feel so sexy!" she moaned. "You're so deep inside me like this ... I can feel your cock in my throat!" Slowly Chang rocked himself back and loosened his grip on Candice so that she tilted to the opposite side. Chang felt his cock drive through more layers of pussy flesh. Deep in her cunt, Candice's width narrowed so that he felt the walls pushing hard against his cock. He moaned and began to rock back and forth, pulling Can dice back and forth also with his arms. Candice lifted her legs onto his sides and rode him. They rocked faster and faster. She felt her head pounding and pussy juice seep copiously from the mouth of her steaming slit.
Her pussy creamed. They rocked back and forth this way until Candice started with a shout and felt her pussy tighten around Chang's cock. Tighter and tighter the walls of her pussy became until they threatened to squeeze the come right out of Chang's prick. She clawed at his back and bit his shoulders. Red welts appeared on Chang's flesh wherever her mouth wandered. She hugged him tightly to her, feeling the tightness of his body, like a spring about to unwind explosively. She grasped at him and rode him. Finally, she felt her body relax as wave upon wave of her orgasm swept over her. Hot come seeped from her cunt.
The insides of Candice's cunt were thoroughly wet now with her pussy juice, giving Chang's cock a warm bath of cunt. He could, taste the salt of her sweat as it poured off her. He smelled her musky woman-smells as her body worked on his prick, almost ready to shoot a hot wad deep into the slit of the fabulous piece of ass.
Candice was in a frenzy now. She tore at Chang's body. Looking like a madwoman, with frantic eyes she leaned forward and sucked at his ears and his throat and everything else that she could manage to get her mouth on. She would have liked to have another prick right now to suck on while Chang so expertly fucked her. She would have liked to have a thousand hot cocks to rub all over her hot body until come seeped from every pore.
Without warning, Chang flipped her onto her back and resumed his kneeling position. She wanted to scream, "Fuck me, don't stop now, fuck me harder, HARDER!" but when she looked into his eyes, Candice could see that Chang had something even more insidious in mind.
Candice lay on her back with her legs spread-eagled in the air. Her hot cunt seeped pussy juice in anticipation of Chang's throbbing member, only a half-inch or so outside of the mouth of her cunt. She was covered with sweat and her blonde hair clung to her in wet strands. She had broken two of her perfectly-manicured nails, scraping them against Chang's hard flesh. She moaned openly and her eyes were pointed upward as if she was half-conscious. Chang poised over her, seemingly in deep concentration. Only the trickles of sweat across his brow betrayed him. He looked down at the luscious young flower unfolded before him and felt a rush of aliveness course through his veins. He leaned forward on his hands, and pushed the head of his agonized prick against the folds of Candice's cunt.
She opened her legs wider and he plunged into the steaming slit. Candice's tight pussy walls hugged his cock like a glove, milking the come from his balls up into the shaft of his cock. Chang was only a few seconds away from shooting the wad of his life. He leaned forward balancing himself on his hands and moved his cock rhythmically in and out of her. Candice moved with him. She felt her body tighten and relax, over and over. She felt her pussy walls tighten also, again and again. Each time she could feel every wrinkle of Chang's cock.
Then, without even turning it on, her pussy began the systematic flutters that she had learned long ago. Chang's composure immediately dropped. "The Dragon's Mouth!" he gasped. "How could you know ... only a few women in my country, ... specially learned with years of practice ... finest guarded secret, ... years of practice to perfect ... " He babbled on and on, feeling the technique, known in China as "The Dragon's Mouth," milk every inch of his shivering prick. He felt his load build up powerfully in his cockshaft and move into the head. The head of his prick felt like a rocket about to go off. He moaned and writhed. Underneath him, Candice was in incredible pleasure. As Chang's prick churned in and out of her, she felt her pussy walls massage her clit and bathe it in hot cunt juice. She felt her body stiffen, and Chang's did also. Together they tightened up, tighter and tighter and tighter still. Together they felt their bodies strain to the breaking point with the wonderful pleasure of their frantic fucking, Candice's pussy begged to be fucked harder and faster still, and Chang complied with all of the strength in his lithe body. Then, Chang's prick erupted a stream of hot come that bathed the insides of Candice's aching pussy with its steaming wetness. A second later Candice felt limp and floating as her body gave way and her orgasm took her. They both kept moving furiously, Chang's cock letting loose stream upon stream of come. Candice's pussy brought forth a tremendous amount of juice. Then both of them lay still, Chang still suspended above Candice by his balanced arms alone.
He rolled off her and they lay next to each other on the plush carpet, gently stroking each other's body. Then Chang spoke. "Candice," he said. He pronounced it more like the Chinese word that he had spoken of before. "Candice," he repeated, "I come from the north of China. In my father's day it was customary for one lord to bring his fellow lord a gift of a woman for his pleasure. It was always a beautiful young girl well-versed in the arts of love and Eros. I am going to tell you a secret. I know' who you are, and that you work for Senator Hughes. A charming man, if a bit of a decadent hedonist. I know that he sent you to try and gather information."
Candice looked alarmed.
Chang laughed boyishly. "Do not be frightened, my foolish flower. I am only telling you this because I want you to know that you are not fooling me. Now, with our facades down, I can tell you that I have enjoyed your company very much and feel great affection for you and your senator both." He laughed, "It is strange that Senator Hughes should hit upon this extinct bit of Chinese formality, I am touched by his graciousness. And by your loveliness," With a grand gesture, Chang reached over and kissed her hand. "Now, my blossom, go to your Senator Hughes. Tell him what I have just told you and ask him, if it pleases him, to meet me here, that we may discuss the future relations of our two nations."
Candice looked at Chang wordlessly. She felt like a million dollars. She could hardly wait to tell her boss that the way for negotiations had been opened. She dressed quickly and left Chang, happy with her success, with her job, with her whole life.
She didn't suspect for a moment that in a few fateful days, the bottom was going to drop out of everything.