Pej:

In order to get in the mood and totally ensconse myself as a fly on the wall, I took your advice to create mood...

Music: Never on a Sunday
Wine: Chianti

Ahhh, (she smiles with delicious satisfaction.) Your story is very poignant and well written. It's a sort of snapshot in the boy's memory that lingers in the subconscious. The Mediterranean is known for coloring memories and heating the blood.

Would it be to greedy to ask for another 'first?' Inquiring minds... (wow...the faces work today!)
Originally posted by Ranai:
What a deliciously erotic memory, and so deliciously told.
Hmmm, about the maid, perhaps she was too busy being nosy about the boy to change the towels and I'm certain she had a relative that was a French waiter...most probably Parisian...Wouldn't you agree Mad? AND, I don't have any qualms about picking on the French. Comprenez?

Nikita