Ghana had declared independence from the tyranny of British rule, and much was at stake. As the building of a dam project, gold and diamonds. The Russians had been trying to use the situation to their advantage; something had to be done. The English queen flew to Ghana and met the new president. In the evening, he asked her up to dance, and they were a perfect match. In his strong muscular body, she melted and became A warm, willing woman. A waltz of gods. When coming back to Britain, her husband, prince Philip got a surprise and nine-month later, a new prince called Andrew was born. Alas, he was a spoilt prince but was protected by his mother she had her memories. Andrew is now a neglected prince who, middle-aged and fat, roams the castle but is for now protected. It was a pity the fire in her ***** could only produce an utter failure.