If dealing with the nerves about meeting him weren’t enough, then I had to worry about the Passport Control officers stamping my passport. Then I wo...ried about having to speak Swedish, which I was terrible at. Before I knew it my mind was going in a hundred different directions and I felt the plane lurch into the air. The flight was short as expected and the plane hauled itself up the tarmac to a parking spot. There was no jetbridge. The stairs popped out of the side of the plane and people. 'The kitchen',he said,' I panted it for my mam and dad as a surprise'.'Oh I do like it',i said.He came over to me and took the bottle from me.He opened it with ease with some fancy opener that probably cost a days pay for some people.'Do you think Jack would mind sharing with me',he said.Staring into my eyes.'What',I stammered .'The wine of course', he said,'what did you think I meant ?'I laughed,and just smiled,sipping from my glass.We finished our glass together,flirting continuously.He told. She was alittle remorseful that she didn't have Wendy set it for her the previousnight. She was sad thinking about her hot rollers sitting uselessly inthe cabinet at home. What was she going to do?"Grammy, what are you going to do to fix your hair?" the helpful Wendyasked."Well, I don't have time to shampoo and set it especially since yourMom's hair dryer is broken. Maybe my beautician of a daughter can helpme out," Wilma hoped."Let me do it, Grammy! Just give me a moment to run upstairs and. Après nous être débarassés de nos vêtements et mis à l'aise, tu m'invites à m'assoir sur le canapé et me sers une boisson chaude pour me réchauffer. Tu viens t'assoir à côté sur ma gauche.Nous continuons à nous échanger quelques sujets... mais petit à petit, les mots se perdent... s'atténuent... et parfois ils font place au silence. Un silence qui ne l'est pas vraiment puisque nos regards sont plongés l'un dans l'autre et que nous n'avons pas besoin de nous parler pour nous dire ce que nous.