Chapter 92 Sex Passion Behind Closed Doors(Incest Sex):>Ep2

• Forty-five minutes later and Henry was finally heading upstairs. His phone call had been tedious and unnecessary, but that was true about a lot of what he found himself doing. His job could be so frustrating. He was in a position where he could make a positive difference in so many people's lives, but actually making the levers of government work was unbelievably difficult. Finding a way to implement the changes he wanted, sometimes seemed impossible. He felt honoured being prime minister, but it depressed him plenty of the time too.
• The Flat was the name everyone gave to the small apartment at the top of the building where Henry lived. It astonished almost anyone who ever set foot in the place, to see how small and cramped the living quarters were. Most world leaders had a palace or a mansion; the British prime minister had to make do with something a lot less grand. Sure, he had Chequers, a large house out in the country, but he spent a lot more of his time here.
• This place was a refuge. An escape. Throughout the rest of the building, he was almost always accompanied by other people. Officials, security personnel, ministers, MPs. It sometimes felt like he could never get away. But in the Flat he could be alone. Alone with his daughter. There were strict rules in place. No one was allowed to just come in unannounced. Even Sir Angus. You had to be buzzed in. The door was locked. Entry was barred. Henry had good reason to insist on his privacy.