Aurore was the short voluptuous one. She and Mirabel, who was the blond, were Bernadette’s best pals. They had grown up together in the 16th Arrondi...sement, near the Bois de Boulogne. That area of the City has broad avenues and stately buildings. Obviously, the girls all came from big money.The three of them were inseparable. Mirabel was the cool beauty, the one the boys chased. Aurore was the sex pot, who could get any man she wanted. Bernadette was the charismatic, witty one, the center of. Lucky man. I have even imagined a plot for a film. Beth is at home waiting for the washing machine repair man; she is dressed up to the nines, short skirt, and tight top. The repair man calls, Beth opens the door, they look at each other, Beth has a sparkle in her eye, the repair man looks at her breasts, and they exchange pleasantries and go into the kitchen. The repair man gets to work on the washing machine, Beth looks on appreciatively, the repair man is young-ish and good looking. They get. Di – “You know what. I waited for a week when you didn’t receive my calls but felt there was something wrong. I called Mom and she told me you were not well. I wanted to visit but Mom stopped me saying that you didn’t want me to know. Why?”Me – “Oh! She did tell you then. I just did not want to make you worried. That is all”Di – “OK fine… Let’s say this is true. Mom told that the doctor explained your fever was because of stress and tension. So what was causing that stress?”Me – “Just office. I’m staying here for a week.” She gasped as Michael easily picked up her two suitcases and headed up the front stairs. She darted forward to open the door for him, protesting all the while. “Its-ok-don’t-worry-I-can-at-least-hold-oneoh-my-GOSH-where-IS-everyone?” The tiny lobby was empty. There was no one behind the welcome desk, and the entire building seemed silent. Jane buried her head in her hands, and took deep breaths. Michael gently set her bags down and moved toward the desk. He looked.