We've spoken from time to time. He has even been in my apartment once. We were talking outside and I invited him in for a beer one afternoon.He smiled...when our eyes met and said, "I've been admiring your girlfriend's suit. It's very attractive!"Then he said to her, "I've been trying to figure out where I know you from. It's driving me nuts! I know that I've seen you before. For the life of me I can't remember where."He had come to a stop a couple of feet from us. I have to give him points for. She seemed the perfect image of a dutiful, attentive, maid servant.Our job was to make sure that the food from the kitchens reached the side boards in the dining room and that dirty plates and dishes were removed as quickly as possible. That kept us running up and down stairs almost continuously. The bearded and mustached maid that had let me in when I first arrived was making sure that each of the guest had whatever they wanted to drink and between us all, I felt that we managed to keep the. I could leave now if you don’t think it’s worth it.” I offered. He didn’t move.“I have about thirty minutes too. I could leave now, if you don’t think it’s worth it.” He said, and we both laughed again.He lifted my chin and kissed me lightly on my lips. He backed up and sat on the hay again. I now stood between his legs and had my hands on his shoulders. Bending over, I kiss him again, this time, longer and harder, while unsnapping the top half of my jumper. I take my arms out and reaching. It was a draw. Clint’s hand drew up her back, caressing the supple strength of her muscles. They renewed their kissing for a while and naturally tapered off.“I missed you,” she admitted, flirting with him. “Where did you go?”“Well, that’s complicated. Let’s get off this hard floor, sit on the sofa, and I’ll tell you everything. It’s sort of like a surprise wedding present, anyway.”The couple made themselves comfortable. Clint sat in the corner of the sofa and Janie sat up against him, her back.