”“You both look great. I’d never have guessed.”“You speak French very well, Peter, but I can’t guess where you’re from. Sometimes you ...sound English-speaking and at others a bit Spanish,” said Jean-Louis.“Very astute,” I said. “I was in fact born and mainly raised in Argentina, also in the UK, and my family is of British origin. I was at St George’s School in Buenos Aires, very Anglo, so I’m bi-lingual in English and Spanish. You’re very observant.”“We’re from Paris originally but have. There doesn't appear to be any mechanical reason for your problem." Exactly!" agreed Carol. "It's very strange." I'll hold the rear end up while you ring the bell please." Huh? Why?" I have a theory. Just try it, and we'll quickly see if I'm right."They were both giving me funny looks, but Carol reached forward and rang the bell. I spun the rear wheel, and it spun very nicely.Carol exclaimed, "How did you do that?" It was destiny." Huh?" I realize that sounds strange. Before I explain, first. “Caroline? Is everything all right?” asked James, coming to my side. To be honest, I ignored him and focused on the officer standing before me.“Uncle Wally?” I repeated, pulling the hood of my cloak away from my face.“Oh my God!” he cried, stepping forward to wrap his arms around me and lift me from my feet. “It is you; it is you!” He whirled me around twice before setting me back down, an affair which James watched rather curiously.“Caroline, would you care to introduce me to this gentleman?”. Always with a smile on her face, a charming personality and a determination to succeed. She’s 5 ft 8, jet black hair and the bluest set of eyes I’ve ever seen on anyone. She has 36DD breasts a gawd awesome fanny with long tapering legs that seems to go on forever. She’s also an avid swimmer giving her a well toned body. The package was simply irresistible. I’ve never really spoken to her more than once or twice. I never really gave myself much chance in landing such a classic lady. Did I.