Too early, far too early, Frank arrived at home.
The international economic negotiations were shattered, each side insisted on their positions, and so his boss, the Minister for Economic Affairs, and the whole delegation had travelled back days before the scheduled closing date. Certainly, there was still a chance that his delegation would return to the negotiating table in a few days' time. Also the public wasn't aware of this radical move. So everything remained open.
Frank regretted the unexpected end very much, even if it was only temporary.
He had become very accustomed to the two doe-eyed beauties that the host had provided to him, like to all other delegation members. From time immemorial it has been and it is always the unwritten task of the host to provide freely and unrestrictedly such attendants, who had to be very active for the delegates in every sense outside the hard conference business.
Most of the time Frank could not differentiate between the bunnies, as they were commonly called. But this time, there was a dark-skinned beauty he was sure to identify for her slightly asymmetrical pageboy hairstyle, her slender boyishness, and a beauty mark on her right breast. And she was the most versatile and flexible girl in bed, too.
Well, the talks had broken off, probably only suspended, but he was very dissatisfied, his libido simply wasn't settled.
Clearly there had been too little bunny games.
Frank hoped that the negotiations were only interrupted and would therefore continue in two or three days. Such an almost undiplomatic behavior meanwhile had firmly established itself in politics. Ever since the Brexit yearlong hopping the delegates have commonly referred to it as "Boris' Balls Battle" in all its ambiguity - although the real actual originator of such battering-ram strategy was the 45th President of the United States.
It was due to the abrupt and perhaps only provisional end that Frank was at his front door at seven o'clock in the morning.