“I thought your wife was Donna.”He gave me a quick hard glance. “Sorry, I thought you knew. Donna and I divorced several years ago. She left ...e for Mick Hardwick, and I moved down here when the gardens foundation hired me. Andrea was a volunteer also before we got together.”“Anyway, here we are.”The reception area next to the office was open and sunny with flowers and benches arranged around a splashing water fountain. A girl of twenty with long dark hair and brown eyes ran to Brian and. I resigned myself tobecoming the French maid version of Marilyn Monroe in "The Seven YearItch" and the wind did not disappoint the onlookers."Listen Phillip or whatever you are calling yourself now could you notplease go home as I am struggling to get the men at work away from thewindow watching you trying to keep your skirt down?" It's Phyllis," I said."Well Phyllis?" I've called home and I am waiting for Lorraine to call me back to pickme up. I can't walk home like this."At this point it. I feel the pulse in my neck pump blood to my vital parts and in an instant my breath stops as he collects me into his arms. My London bloke says, "Hello Melonie," in his sweet husky tenor voice and plants a wet one on my kisser. I instantly move closer to him. Our bodies careening together as if they are one. No more words are spoken, our tongues meet and instantly get acquainted like long lost friends. After what seems like an eternity of us kissing in Times Square, we step back from each. With a look of utter disgust he pushes the women up the ladder, and we take them and quickly leave, watching while they frantically patch the gaping holes in their hull. It’s not long before our engines are full ahead we are on our way to Singapore at a high rate of speed. We catch our breath for a few minutes, and then set the autopilot to keep us on course while we work to clean the terrible mess in the head (bathroom). After that rather odious task we clean ourselves, and then take some.