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 Eric was soaking in a hot tub fragrant with several exotic oriental herbal extracts permeating his lean athletic built body, while at the same time he sipped on cognac for total relaxation. He was pleased with himself for closing the oil drilling contract in Malaysia. The Marco Polo Hotel in Singapore, where he is staying, he finds to be more to his taste. He was wondering who the young lady was in hotel Lobby...the one with reddish hair and violet eyes, the one wearing a long side-split skirt that showed her tanned legs. He would know tomorrow because she intrigued him. He was still thinking of Lori, who preferred to stay with the firm rather than getting married. In a way he was pleased over being a geologist again, working on a contract basis and having increased his income two fold. But something was missing, like home, family, children. He was not getting any younger that was for. Who was? Chapter two Marco Polo's hotel restaurant served the best buffet breakfast. The help-yourself fruit section was loaded with fresh fruits from all over the world. Singapore imported 98% of its food, which included the best meats from New Zealand, Australia. Their citrus came mostly from California. As Eric approached the buffet table he accidentally bumped into a lady. When he turned to apologize, he met the violet eyes and smile. "Hi," she said. "My name is Natasha. I'm here on a convention with the petroleum Russian Industry. We know who you are, a geologist. Correct?" Eric was not surprised over the oil deal with Malaysia. It had been in the morning paper. "Would you like to join us? There are six of us. We all have something in common. Myself, I'm a petroleum engineer. The rest are from the Geological Institute of St. Petersburg." Eric was delighted when she joined the group. They had a nice chat related to world oil supply and difficulties of drilling in both Alaska and Siberia due to the perma frost condition. After breakfast, the elderly group left and Natasha suggested that she show Eric the city, including the zoological garden of world birds, and to take him for a tour of the harbor. Eric, of course, happily agreed. For dinner Eric ordered New Zealand lamb shanks in blue flame, a specialty of Marco's grill. And after dinner, she asked him to join her for a night cap in her room. "OMG," the legs was all he could think about." "Eric," she said. "We know you have made a deal concerning an oil supply." She was all business. "You also know that our largest oil supplier is Azerbaijan, which is an independent ex of our Republic. They did cut the supplies. We also know that you need Natural Gas, which we can supply in abundance upon your demand. You and I can't make these trade decisions, but we can present them. Do you agree?" "Yes," replied Eric. Natasha at this point removed her shoe and cuddled close to Eric. "One decision we can make now," she added, and she removed the other shoe. CONCLUSION Eric returned home well rewarded. Lori quit her job. The Maid of Honor is Natasha (OMG). They honeymooned in Riga, the home town of Natasha, and a trip on the black sea.
 
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