Once upon a time, a young woman named Annie, suffering from fever
induced delusions agreed to write a part of the round robin. This
is what Kristine left her with:

Chapter 11

"Allow me to introduce myself son. The name's Robert, Robert
Hawke. I'm the Prime Minister of Australia, but you can call me
Bob."
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This is what Annie was able to come up with

Chapter 12

"Mister Prime . . . Bob . . . sir," Lee hung his head as his
babbling grew more incoherent. "I'm sorry, this is, you know what,
I'm just gonna leave."

"No!" The Robert, call-me-Bob, grabbed Lee's forearm preventing any
departure. At Lee's aghast look, the Australian dignitary released
his grasp and softened his tone. "It's just that I was actually
looking forward to getting to know you Mr. Stetson. Your partner
speaks quite highly of you, and we also have a mutual friend."

"Oh?" Lee's interest piqued, he asked, "Who's that?"

"Lee, my boy, so *charming* to see you again!" A flash of sequins,
a whiff of perfume, and he realized he was enveloped in the embrace
of the esteemed Lady Emily Farnsworth.

"Nice to see you, too, Emily . . ." He attempted to extricate
himself. "Emily . . ."

Seeing his plight, Amanda came to his rescue. "Lady Farnsworth!"
She gripped one hand and then the other, allowing Lee to duck
out. "How ARE you?"

"I'm just grand, my dear. Just marvelous. I was planning to
holiday in the Outback, but when I ran into my old friend, Bobby,
here, and he told me about this party, I knew I couldn't pass up the
opportunity to see everyone again."

"I'm so happy you didn't," Amanda gushed. Then off her husband's
rather pointed look toward the ceiling, and beyond it, the sixth
floor, she tried to wrap the conversation up, "but Lee and I have
been called away on a rather *pressing* matter, so . . ."

"Yes," Lee interrupted, "In fact, you could say it's *growing* as we
speak."

Looking from one agent to the other, Emily said, "Look, it's no
business of mine if you want to boff each other's brains out, but I
just got off a sixteen hour flight, and I'm going to have a drink
and try to find a wealthy older man in rather poor health."

Amanda shared a look with her husband and ask, "Could this night
*get* any stranger?"

Although the question was meant to only be rhetorical, she received
her answer in the form of a red-head who strode in, tossed her drink
in Lee's face with a bitter, "In pregnant, you son-of-a-bitch!" and
strode out.

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