Looking over to the counter I saw you looking at me. I had no idea who you were then, but there were sparks as our eyes met. I blushed and looked away.... Heading over to the opposite end of the counter, I sat down on a stool. The bartender came over and asked what I would like to drink. Still nervous, I asked if I could have a coke. He said sure and poured me one in a shiny glass. I sipped at it a little bit when I felt someone standing by me. Looking up I saw nothing but your beautiful eyes. You. (I knew photographe meant photographer and JF was jeune fille? - Juliette)And it gave a telephone number. That looked quite exciting enough. What was “de toutes sortes”? Was it the same as “artistiques et nu?” Should I ring up and offer to do it? Now you must appreciate that in real life I am really very shy and timid and it took a lot of courage for me to pick up the phone and dial the number. Also remember that this is in France and although my French is decent my schooling in the works. Carol couldn't stop smiling as I examined the white lace panties and silkynegligee that she had selected for me to wear to bed. Not wanting her toget the upper hand I coolly unwrapped the towel and slipped on the pantiesthen slid the cream colored nightgown over my head letting it come to restaround my ankles."Not bad," I said with a smile as I ran my hands seductively over thenegligee. "So far you're just proving my point for me!"I was so involved with teasing Carol that I failed to notice. There was no answer. I double checked and sure enough her name was on the mailbox outside. I went back and tried the door and it opened. I needed to talk to my kid about locking her door, but at that moment I was glad to get inside.I looked around and everything seemed to be in order. I got a coke out of her refrigerator and kicked back to wait. So much for my daughter being eager for her dad.By PeggyJohn had just left to go get Carol. I sat over coffee and to tell you the truth I was feeling.