An old man dressed nicely and holding cards. That must have been the same old man that Tempest had seen the previous day! Vennoa grabbed Tempest’s h...nd, and pulled him towards Pua. However, the old man merged into the crowd and disappeared, while Pua turned towards the party and walked back.“What did he want?” Vennoa asked when Pua was close.“That old man? Nothing. He said something cryptic and likely meaningless, and then left,” Pua said.“What did he say?” Tempest asked, also eager to hear.“He. I had been going to the beach almost every weekend that summer and it was getting late in September and the beach weather was coming to an end. I was really going to miss the beauty, peace and tranquility there. I would arrive around 7 am just as the sun was coming over the horizon. Most weeks the water was calm and I would stand knee deep in the cool Atlantic waters looking out over the surf and watching the dolphins moving in and out of the water about 100 yards offshore. It was paradise.. We were sitting in a little bistro in a side road just off Oxford Street and no one gave us more than a casual glance. That was London for you. Our talk was about the past and how we got to this present. I was particularly interested in her being a ballerina. ‘I didn’t know you were doing that.’ I told her. ‘Becky knew. Didn’t she tell you? I was taking ballet lessons from five years old.’ I shook my head. ‘Well she could have mentioned it. But it probably didn’t register.’ ‘Didn’t register?’. “K-Paul’s sound OK to you?” I asked.“K-Paul’s sounds good,” she replied. I browsed through a cooking magazine I saw on the coffee table. Kenny Loggins blared from the bedroom. After a few moments, she stepped back into the living room, wearing a short black cocktail dress. Damn. I did my best to control things, but it was hard. It was an extremely low cut, form fitting dress, showing off plenty of boobage, and very high cut, showing off her well-tanned and well-toned legs. She stepped over to.