My wife came out of our bedroom wearing a short, black cocktail dress that showed a lot of cleavage, heels, and no nylons. I guess I was a bit surpris...d. I thought that she would appear in skimpy panties and a shelf bra with a sheer short robe with a gold chain around her waist and high heels on or just naked (obviously I had my fantasy about this as she had hers). I wondered if she was going to back out of this. She was nervous but asked if they would like a drink. They would. So she went to. I was one of the walking wounded when I finally got to my hotel at what was, by my internal clock, seven in the morning. At eleven (local time) the next morning, I was awake and restless - You know: wired and tired - and still had six hours to kill before heading back to Paris and the trip home to New York.I figured it would be a shame to be in Amsterdam and see nothing of it. So I went for a walk. It was a gray day, but Amsterdam was still a lovely city for walking.I found myself in the. The river, the eye, the houses of parliament. The Shard glittered in the spring sun. The view was to die for.I managed to close my mouth. 'Impressive, isn't it?' Rayanne took my bag, placed it on the couch, led me to the window, and slid it open. We stepped out on to a balcony, and the noise of the city rose to greet us. I looked around. The view went on, and on. The city stretched before us in all its glory and chaos. The balcony was furnished with low chairs and a glass table. It was utterly,. Of course she was the woman and loved trying to visualize everything right down to the most interesting detail.Grad school was finished and so was her affair with Ron. Betsy moved back to New Orleans taking a part-time, teaching job while putting her resume out to every school in the south. She lived with her father and he was very glad to have her living at home again. Being the only child, she was close to her father and it gave her a chance to do things for him again. It never hurt to have a.