You put your arms around me and press your body up against my back, you know I am crying and in the darkness your fingers find my face and the tear tr...ails that lead to the damp pillow. You whisper “I love you” and then we sleep. In the morning you make me coffee and leave it on my bedside table, you climb back into bed beside me as I lay still on my tummy and the smell of the coffee wakes me. Still my eyes are closed and my head too heavy to move. I feel your fingers suddenly. The receptionist said "no, she isn't back from lunch yet."Her voice betrayed the fact that she had noticed Sue wasn't back and I guessed all the rest were back at work, except the somewhat obvious Geoffrey and Sue. Maybe a year later, Sue would tell me that the receptionist knew exactly what was going on, they were friends and Sue had confided in her what she planned to do. The friend was routing for her success and had known when I called that they were the only two not to have returned to. “You should have seen this bitch at the bar when she found me the first time. She was fucking HUNGRY for it.” The camera man laughed.“Is that so?” The second man asked.“Uh huh.” Jessica replied again, bobbing up and down faster but obviously struggling.“She got some nice titties too Jay, and a nice ass.” The cameraman said.“Is that so? Shit girl, you need to take off some clothes then.” Jay replied.Jessica sat backwards and pulled off her shirt. Her bright red bra came into view and Jay shoved. "Paris was so beastly hot. Remind me exactly where we are again..." About halfway between Christchurch and Greymouth, on New Zealand's southern island." replied Matt in Farsi. "Don't be too hard on our chateau in Paris, and its lack of air conditioning. The average high temperature in Paris for the first week in August should be about 75 F. When we jumped, it was at 8 pm Thursday there and 98 F. A few minutes in Chicago to make the cocoa and grab our coats, and presto! It's 6:10 am Friday under.