. There are no words for situations like that. I close the door that is behind her then I press her against it. I stand a few steps away from her and ... start admiring her face, her body, wanting to expose all of her body but can't... She still has that shock on her face! How can I make her feel what is going on inside me... I have no choice but to risk it all... My emotions are taking over me and I feel like ill burst... I take her hands into mine and kiss them gently then I place her hand over. ’ I was to soon learn that Emily was a woman who had a bit of a daring side to her as she quickly unbuttoned her blouse and took it off. I was shocked at her action to say the least. ‘There!’ She said triumphantly, ‘Unless you look closely you wouldn’t know if this were a bikini top or a bra would you?’ ‘I would,’ I said honestly, ‘but I see what you mean too.’ She was wearing a dark blue bra so at a distance I could see how it could be mistaken for a bathing suit. I wasn’t about to complain. There’s no wait for a table and we are seated immediately. There is water brought to us right away and our server is there a couple of minutes later. He remembers me in part I believe because of my British accent, and informs us that they are opening up the back section and wouldn’t we be more comfortable back there. I agree and soon we are seated in a small u shaped booth in the dark corner of the back dining room. Handing me a wine list he gives me a moment to make my decision. A nice bottle. Proff: Did you water them? Dawes: Every day - just as you told me, sir. Proff: Then how does it happen that I find a spider's web spun across the spout of the watering can? Dawes: That can happen overnight, sir. Proff: Overnight, huh? Then you didn't water them today? Dawes: There's been so much to do, sir, preparing for your coming back. Proff: Nothing is as important as the care of my flowers. Through your neglect, this flower has died. You've murdered a flower! Dawes: Why, I'm sorry, sir..