Jackson Square, New Orleans, might be the perfect place to meet a new lover. Then again anywhere could be, if two like minded souls should be there at...the same time. But it seems that open souls are attracted to the statue of Andrew Jackson, or perhaps the stone St. Louis Cathedral. Perhaps it’s the free flowing alcohol in the city, the air from the river, the simple charming beauty of the promenade or just the reputation of the city but there is something to there that opens hearts and spreads. I heard the sound before she did and I nearly jumped out of my skin. It was a rattle and then a key in the lock of the front door!"Babs!" I hissed, throwing my head towards the door. Babs grabbed the zipper of her sweater and yanked it upwards. Thankfully or disappointingly, depending on your viewpoint, she hadn't completely unzipped and removed it it, merely left it hanging wide open and inviting. There was no way she was going to get back into her skirt before the door opened, so she pressed. When I turned to look, I recognized him immediately. Itwas Randy, someone I had had a fling with in thedistant past, about 30 years before. It really hadn’t been much of a fling. I had fallenhard for him when we were both students at theuniversity. He had sandy brown hair and was a member ofthe university soccer team. I remembered thinking thatI couldn’t believe someone as attractive as him couldbe interested in a girl like me. The first time I was alone with him in my. The honourable Bertie Graham grabbed a canvas bag from the seatbeside him and vaulted out of the driving seat. Alice Mottram, who had beensitting on the veranda of the club house leapt to her feet smiling. ?Oh, Bertie, what a complete delight!? she exclaimed, clapping her hands. ?Howspiffing to see you.? ?And you, old thing,? Bertie laughed, bounding up the steps onto the veranda. ?Nowanyone for a sound thrashing on the courts,? he grinned, drawing his racketfrom the canvas bag with a flourish.