”“I think it’s in part due to your outfit.”“Really?” she asked.“Of course, you seem much more confident today, and with an easy smile, t...ake me for instance, I always wear a suit or sportcoat of some kind. They say clothes make the man, and in a manner of speaking they really do.”“Oh yeah, that makes sense.”“The hat is very cute too, so much better than that dreadful hoodie you’d had on.”She bit her lip, “Oh yeah, that.”“I wasn’t going to say anything, I know how some modern girls can be. " - but I guess there's a firsttime for everything!"A few moments later, Neil was looking around the stove like a confusedape, searching for the "on" switch. Sam just sat on the high stoolbeside the kitchen island, amused by Neil's lack of cooking knowledge."Where's the bloody thing?" muttered Neil, looking behind the stove."Did you try that one?" said Sam, pointing at a red leaver on besidethe stove on the red bricked wall.Neil looked up at the leaver, bent double, reaching up and turning. I said yes I am as I then decided to ask her what she's still doing up. She said just laying in bed resting as she also can't sleep. I said oh really just resting as I giggle. She said what do I mean and I then told her that I saw her playing with her puss. Rather embarrassed she said oh my god I'm sorry next time I will close the door. And I replied rather don't as I enjoyed what I saw. She asked how much exactly did I see and I told her about 5 mins.She then was a bit upset that I watched her. "Tu connais l'homme lá? Et sa putain?" a throaty female voice said at a table right beside her.Brigitte started and turned. She looked straight into the chuckling face of a business type woman in her thirties. She had straight brown hair, an intelligent face. There was a twinkle in her gray calm eyes and a new cigarette between her long, slim fingers. She looked like a strong woman. She had a strong voice too, but with a surprisingly sensuous edge.Brigitte agreed that she knew the man. She.