“I’m glad you’re here,” she said a minute later. “Janelle, I’m soooo happy you invited me over to this cottage. Thank you,” he added. He...was looking at the fire when she turned and smiled at him. He didn’t see her smile at him. As he stared at that fire, she said, quietly, “You’re welcome.” But then out of nowhere she leaned into him and kissed his cheek. It startled him. He jerked and turned his head in her direction. Janelle was smiling as she looked his way. Fifteen minutes had passed. Both. Please, also have this ready forus when the leave". The Steward bowed and reassured them that thecheeseand fruit would also be ready when they were. Then came the desert presentation. As again the Maitre D' himself, cameout to assemble and flamb?, with the bananas, butter, brown sugar andliqueurs that made the rich Banana's Foster specialty from New Orleans.From an insulated cupboard two chilled bowls with extra cold hardfrozenhome made vanilla-bean ice cream were produced. Portions of the. "Heh, what's so funny?" That k**...just got the show of his life." Yeah," I sniggered back, "I'll bet he did."From this height and with this big a hotel, along with the fact that there must be a thousand men and women our age with brown hair and our body types staying in this hotel right now, that k** will never be able to identify us, not even if we walked right in front of him on the beach later today. The thrill isn't in being noticed or caught, it's just the risk of it happening and us. I finished my lunch and was heading back to my computer when I remembered the vehicle last night. Shit, it was about a mile to the camp, maybe I should go check it out. I sat down to write, but the thought wouldn't leave me. Hell, I needed some air anyway.I put on my winter parka, strapped on snowshoes and headed up the hill. It was tough going through what I estimated to be fifteen inches of snow. When I reached the top, the wind was picking up already. I looked down into the bowl where the.