He had first visited Paris over forty years before, as a schoolboy of seventeen, and had fallen in love with it then. The affection had never died: he... still felt the same excitement as on his first visit, just being in the place. He sipped beer contentedly, then realised it was early afternoon, and he hadn’t eaten since a hasty breakfast at London Euston, after he’d got off the sleeper. Ordered a couple of hot filled croissants and another beer. Sat for a while eating, just absorbing the sights. The sun is shining, God is in heaven, and all is right with the world. We have all this money just for us to have fun with and we are going to have fun. Now settle down and try not to spill your coffee.’ The coffee and sandwiches were delivered and Chris thanked the waitress. He began eating and noticed that Katy also dived into her food, eating with a healthy appetite. He was glad to see that she wasn’t a picky eater or vegetarian or anything and could just enjoy her food. They didn’t talk. Why should boys be forced to swim naked while girls get a suit to swim in?" "Why did they make that rule?" I asked her. "Last thing I heard was that bits and pieces of the swimsuits would clog the pool." Alice answered. "That's stupid. The same material makes up both the girls and guys swimsuits," I responded. We arrived at a pair of metal doors. Alice gestured toward the one on the right, "That's the boys locker room. The pool's on the other side." I gestured toward the door on the left, "I. What had I gotten myself in for? On Wednesday I called their house, and Krystal answered. "Hi Krystal, this is Mike. I guess Bob told you I'd be calling." Oh god, yes," she said. I could hear the dread in her voice."Listen," I said. "If you don't want to do this, we don't have to. I'm a little uncomfortable with it, myself." Really?" she asked. Now she seemed interested. "Why?" Well, I'm not sure I know what I'm doing. I mean, I've been taking pictures since high school, and I'm pretty good.