It would take someone special.”“Then why do you have to go?”Holding the door open Carrie looked despairingly around the hall before she said, �...�I don’t know. Things aren’t the same.”“I think I know what we’ve both lost.”Carrie frowned as she asked, “What?”Paul was not trying to be clever when he said, “I think you’ll only find out when you’ve gone.”‘Peter Sarstedt’s voice replaced Ella’s as he sang, ‘Where do you go to, my lovely.’Paul shook his head. Ironic that Alexa chose that song. He could. He was a young man of 25 when I met him with a high profile managerial job. I had met him in a party and felt the immediate sexual chemistry between us. It was only after two drinks when we had headed for his house for the night and we were already feeling each other as his chauffer driven car tore across the eastern metropolitan bypass road of Kolkata.On entering his room we grabbed each other madly and the passion was so electrifying that we failed to reach the bedroom. We were fucking each. Remember I am 6"4" tall and wore cowboy boots so I towered over her small frame.I was very close to Mrs. Perkins as I peered through the glass out at the garden and my hand came up and rested on her hip as I leaned over her to see what she was talking about.Mrs. Perkins stopped talking and looked up at me. I could feel her eyes on me and looked down into her face and without thinking, lowered my lips and kissed her. There was no resistance, no pushing me away. Instead my lips were matched by. We'll have to re-choreograph that." What was wrong?" Leigh huffs, she hates practicing. She doesn't have the patience for it. It's the only thing I do have patience for."Nothing. Except, of course they'll arrest me of corruption of a minor." He pull Leigh away from me and starts mutter to himself. "If we ... let's see ... one, two, step, back, no. One, two, turn, yes, like that but stay out ... step, Connie, let me hear the music again." He listens for a moment. "Yes, ok." We redo that section..