I just waved and turned back around to my task. I heard the door close and sighed in relief.“Do you want to talk?”I spun around, dropping the box ...when I saw Danny standing inside the door.“Christ.” I waited a beat for my heart to slow down to a normal pace and collect my thoughts for a response. “Do we need to?”As I bent down, Danny pleaded his case. “Genevieve, I like you and I really, really wanted things to happen the other night. I’ve been trying to…”“Get laid?” I finished picking up the. I gave them a look that said I wasn't here for their company, and they both turned back to the bar and continued their conversation.As luck would have it I hit pay dirt straight away. I showed the photo to a waitress, a pretty, plump, big breasted, blue eyed and flaxen haired stereotype German madchen. She recognised him as 'Greta's toy boy'. It transpired that Greta was boasting of how she would marry her toy boy, retire to England and never have to turn another trick for the rest of her. She had to stay late just to catch up. On top of that, she was almost 2 hours from home, and missing her kids, who had been at daycare since early that morning. She was very tired.Iris was 29 years old, and wondered how her life had wound up like this. A single mom of twins was hard enough, but working for a traveling clinic made things all that much worse. She drove most of her days away, leaving her far too much time to think. Mostly things revolved around one thing. She hated being alone.. I do feel like I've adopted a newpersonality as a woman. In my life I've met many people and I guess I'mtrying to emulate the best traits of some of the women I've admiredthrough the years. Of course, part of it is that I want people to likeme and accept me as the woman I've become."It felt so wonderful to talk with Harry like this. I felt that I couldbe entirely open with him and hoped he had similar confidence in ourrelationship. It was marvelous to hear how he admired my personality.