I was just curious about his friends.Well, I found this one friend, a cute little Asian girl who looked only a little older than me . . .She had some ...ictures of herself all tied up! The ropes and knots were really elaborate too! She was in her bra and panties . . . you know how Facebook is: you can't post the naked stuff where people can just see, not that I have naked pics of myself. But she did have some "private pics."I don't know why, other than her being so close to my age, but I sent her. As we sipped the last of the wine before we returned to the hotel, I could not help myself from thinking just how much more interesting this trip to Paris was since this time, I had someone very special and important to share these experiences with me. Returning to Paris with Julie had essentially taken away the dark cloud of loneliness which had haunted me here a decade earlier, and had cast a negative undertone to my memories – even the positive, happy, jubilant memories – of that time. . "Alright, Alright. I’ll see you in the morning,’"Richard ended the conversation.Richard leaned in to kiss Jennifer but before his lips made it to their destination, he was interrupted…SLAM!A loud bang erupted from the rooftop of their home. "What the fuck was that?" Richard asked, frightened.His answer came down the chimney in a flash and landed on the charred pile of wood that had been burning earlier. It was Santa. Red Coat, white beard, black boots yada yada yada.“You aren’t fucking. She’d tell him her name was Lutka. Yeah. Lutka Galore. Hehe."Lutka Galore." She'd said the name aloud to herself.If she was gonna do it, she had to hurry.Her notebook had been lying on the table that day, and George had arrogantly grabbed it to scribble his digits on the back. Natasha would have tossed it aside if it had been on a piece of paper or a card, liking the flattery, maybe even fantasizing a little about a John and George double team. But no way she would have kept it or called.