When we got to a small park that was a block away from her flat, she suggested we sit down on a bench. As I agreed I had that peculiar hyper-awareness...you get when you talk as normal, but know something has changed. Even for us this was intimate in a new way. I joked that if I had played my cards right I could now be with one of the women at the club.She said that was unsurprising, since I was irresistible.There was a pause, a moment when I wondered whether I was mistaken because I knew nothing. Add in a severely beaten wife, and the media would have a field day."Harris didn't move, but it was clear he was furious."Be a shame if all that happened just because a nice couple out for a few kicks had been in the wrong place at the wrong time," Costa said, putting down his menu. "Might get people asking just why it had been the wrong place."The waitress chose that moment to walk up to the table, completely oblivious to the tension between the men that Nikki could feel from where she was. As she moved towards the man selling paintings, he gave her a very predatory look and resumed speaking Italian directly at her.She quickly stopped him – and tried to explain she didn't speak Italian and that she was English.“Ah English yes? You English girls are very beautiful mmmm you are stunning” Implied the man. Claire took the compliment very strongly as she blushed “why thank you....” to which he jumped in “Angelo”They got talking as he showed her the artwork on display, “So what are you. . down there. I’ve seen them in Playboy, but just their ... fuzz, their hair. I’ve never seen one spread out, like Miss Bailey was. I could see some flesh down there, and hair, course, she had a pretty good patch of hair. I could see some kind of fleshy lips or something, going up and down. It was so sexy I thought I’d shoot off, right then and there, in my pants.About this time, for some reason, although I was being very quiet, for some reason she looked up, to the door, and I guess she could.