So I sent a telegram to Madeline saying that I would go. I travelled to Paris and spent the night with Madeline. We made love, of course, but somehow ...things were not the same as they had been in London. I was distracted by the thoughts in the back of my mind that I would be seeing Juliette again in a couple of days. Madeline and I travelled to Genoa on the Orient Express. When we made love to the motion of the train, all I could think about was the last time that I had made that trip, and in. ..But if I could work out some kind of a deal, I could maybe walk away with extra cash! As he talked i put on a sad, dejected face, making it appear like i was distressed over the cost. When he finished i put my head in my hands and said, "I can't afford all that...can't i do some kind of payment plan or something?" I moved my hands from my head to set on the desk crossed under my breasts, pushing them up and out. He wasn't trying to hide his lustful gaze. This was his domain and i. I just love your outfit."I was smirking terribly and Betty flushed happily back at me. "Thank you, babe. What's your name, or should I just call you Santa?" Oh, Christ no, I'm Bob," I said, trying my best to sound cool. Believe me, that wasn't easy. It's hard to make 'Bob' sound like a cool name. To my relief, Betty seemed to think it was, or maybe she was just being nice. "You do seem to have an appetite, Bob. What would you like?" Tearing my eyes away from her tag, I saw a playful smile. After she walked away one of the girls leans over to me and asked "Why aren't you acknowledging her?" "I've been watching her all night. I'm trying to get the courage to talk to her." I replied. Her friends laugh and quickly turn away as she was walking back to the table. Finally I felt brave enough.I sat my beer down and looked over. Her friends got up and said they would be right back. One of them looks back at me and gave me the look that said you better do it now or it's too late. I took a.