I ran into the underground garage completely out of breath. I noticed that many women were hiding on the side of one car after another, watching the mobile homes not far away

When they saw me coming, some women backed away from me and said, "Come here."

"Are you all admirers of Mr. Donald?"

"Are not you?"

I said nothing.

After a while, the owner of the limousine seemed to come out. I saw Ira checking the garage with several subordinates. Only when all the women and reporters who were hiding in the dark were told to get out, did the limousine door open and Donald get out.

Having just...