No more baby. Otis couldn’t be with her anymore after that. That’s why I named him Harley’s Godfather. I looked at it as a second chance, someth...ng he could believe in I guess. And payback for saving me all those years.’ After chatting for a little bit longer, Ariel got up to leave. She needed time to think about everything she had heard. As she walked out the door from the dark bar to the sunset right in her face, she bumped into someone. As she went to apologize, she felt a hand clamped over. While she loved her husband, she never felt intimately connected with him after the honeymoon wore off, and she had wondered if a woman ever achieved such a dream relationship. She knew the answer before she even asked the question. Al made her feel that way. He always had even before they were both married to other people. Al continued to work feverishly in the kitchen, dicing and chopping vegetables and creating nothing short of a culinary masterpiece. He checked on the two bottles of. “We’re going to make a quick stop in town,” said Julien, “it’s market day, it’ll be fun.” Julien was driving his old beat-up Citroën 2CV on the winding roads of Vaucluse like the proverbial mad French driver. That is, given that the 2CV was only capable of reaching 60mph going downhill and with the wind at its back… They drove into Le Buis les Barronies, a town north of the famous Mont Ventoux, familiar to fans of the Tour de France. People converged on the town for market days, but Julien. She’d seen them return from her daily equestrian jaunt, she alighting slowly from the car, knowing that eyes would be focusing on her plump legs and buttocks, wrapped tightly in those jodhpurs which expressed her feminine shape to the full, the black boots with their extended heels which had graced the stirrups as she rode in contented pomp, and the tight blouse which emphasised her globular breasts ... Martha had huffed at her blatant posing as she flexed that broad arse in the tight riding.