I put my phone back in my purse and contemplated her statement. I took a moment to check my hair and makeup in the mirror and then I walked out of the... bathroom.When James saw me walking up to the table, he stood up and pulled my chair out. After I sat down, he pushed my chair in and then took his seat next to me.I looked at his plate. The snails were gone and a big steak was in its place."I wasn't sure you were coming back," he said softly.Oh hell no, I thought. You're not getting off the hook. Jessie's soft hands began massaging Dianne's face, neck and shoulders. The hands slowly worked their way down to Dianne's breasts and they gently lifted them, her fingers slipped up to Dianne's nipples and tantalizingly played with the stiffening rubber tips. All the while, Jessie planted soft butterfly type kisses along her shoulders and neck. Her fingers slipped deliciously around the nipples, pushing and pressing and then back to kneading of the firm mounds. Soon Jessie felt Dianne's erect. The producer could use the wood and the screen, and the larger equipment he owned before. We rolled the canvases we'd detached from their frames and would stash them at the woman artist's studio. My projector and film could be brought to the penthouse by my sister or the Amazon. Everything loaded in the van and the truck I told them they could handle the rest. Not being good company, they let me walk.I ended up in the East Village. My feet guided me to the tenement where the young poet lived. I. ...................................................................................................Dear Judith,I greatly enjoyed our supper together last night, even though we were reduced to lip-reading at one stage! Next time (if there's to be a next time), I'll try to choose somewhere a little more sedate.Your work for that international children's charity sounds fascinating, though I was alarmed to learn that you might be posted to Africa for a year. And just when we were getting to know.