She pulled open the bottom drawer. The packet was still there, buried beneath her woollen jumpers, unopened and bearing the label Allure of Paris . Sh... tore it open and, within the space of a minute, was standing before her cheval mirror dressed in an enticing silk bra and matching panties. She closed her eyes and imagined him there – Him? Christ! What did he say his name was? Oh yes Jöran . That's it, Jöran , laying on the bed; piercing blue eyes gleaming, strong hands reaching out to her,. I pulled up a picture of Jo on my big monitor, full-screen. It was one of my favorite shots from the first time on the boat, a close-up of her face, showing the blue eyes, the freckles, the smile, that red hair wisping across one cheek."Shit!" Jennie said. "No wonder! That's a stunning young lady. College, Brad says?" Graduating in the spring. Business and music majors. When she plays the flute the choirs in heaven stop and listen." I connected with Jennie's eyes. "Seriously. She's a soloist. "Then you _really_ haven't seen Dick?" asked Lisa."Not in the past week, at least," I replied. "It might even be a littlelonger."Lisa looked disappointed. "I suppose if I'm going to find him, then I'dbetter keep looking for him." She turned back to Cheri. "I really needto apologize to you again. Dick - that's my supposed boyfriend - hejust makes me so mad sometimes. I _wish_ I could make it up to you."She paused, then smiled. "And I know exactly how. You and your cousinJeff can be my. Over the summer I got ahead of myself and tried to find another girl to talk to maybe even date if they live close enough to my college. I downloaded Bumble because I thought it was hot that if you matched up with a girl they had to message you first. I matched with a few girls but the conversations were a dead end until I matched with Marissa.Marissa: He there what brings you to BumbleI thought how simple that question is and the simple is usually better.Me: Just trying to find the one for.