"Julia?"I came back to reality with a jolt. Felicity was standing barely a metre away from me. She was wearing a very tight yet simple tube dress, in ...shimmery black. It started just above her titties and stopped perhaps a third of the way down her thighs. Quite simple, yes, but very, very sexy. She looked taller, and I concluded she must be wearing the cheap shoes we picked up in the market. Easily five-inch heels. But I couldn't see them as I was leaning back on the sofa, my navy-blue robe. Just as she approached her limit, the device stilled. It was all Daisy could do not to cry out in frustration. She had to know who it was. Casting discretion aside, she looked around. No one was watching her. She didn’t have much time. Seconds, and he would activate the vibe again. Then she remembered the chat feature on the app and typed out a quick message:Who is this?Pleasure erupted inside of her. She dropped the phone, dimly aware that she had drawn the attention of a woman three tables. “Hey. Thank you for coming,” he whispered into her ear, noticing her fingers fidgeting again with nerves. He reached over and held her hand, pressing his fingers over hers to steady her. He was so warm and steady. She looked up at him, smiling as she squeezed his fingers back. “Thank you for inviting me.” The conviction of her statement fell flat. She just seemed fragile, and she hated that. She wanted to scream this was exactly where she wanted to be. Let him know how much she craved. May I give you a friendly counsel? Set out for Naples, the Hague, or St. Petersburg--calm countries, where the point of honor is better understood than among our hot-headed Parisians. Seek quietude and oblivion, so that you may return peaceably to France after a few years. Am I not right, M. de Chateau-Renaud?" That is quite my opinion," said the gentleman; "nothing induces serious duels so much as a duel forsworn." Thank you, gentlemen," replied Albert, with a smile of indifference; "I shall.