"We're in London. At least we've got our clothes on. But tonight we're going to this health club..." her voice went down to a bare whisper, "a naturis... health club ... I've got to get nude again." How's that corporate secretary doing?" Sally? Better. I talked her into joining me in the pool at Cap d'Agde. She and I had a nice long talk with a woman from Germany, a potential investor as it turned out. Made me feel better, anyway."Ginny took another sip at what I could only assume to be wine, not. This is George, our hotel’s General Manager.”We quickly got the usual formalities out of the way as George looked me up and down in a devouring yet flattering manner. He said, “I’ve heard so much about the exquisite Mandi, and I am so glad to finally meet you. But I must say the real Mandi exceeds the visions I created in my mind.”His words were spoken with that compelling Greek accent that is almost melodic and so ultra-suggestive. I imagined that he would probably be an accomplished lover,. Sometimes delving into that "nextlevel down" with someone brought out all those skeletons in the closetthat weren't readily apparent through casual acquaintance. But Jackiejust didn't seem to have any of those. And, as much as I could tell, herfamily seemed to be just about the best definition of, well, "normal"that I had ever seen.Okay, well maybe "normal" wasn't the right word. It was pretty ABnormalthat they seemed to get along so well. But who was I to judge? I washappy to just be fitting. Being a sucker (oops that was quite apt) for a smile I looked again at her mmmmmm she looked in her late 50's very neat with black boots and a tweed skirt. As I was feeling confident from my meeting I asked her if she wanted a chip and as I did I wondered what had brought her to this the quiet end of town. Surprisingly she said yes, thank you I would love a chip and I slid closer to her to offer the packet. She was very pleasant, lovely in fact and we got talking very quickly. Although she ate.