At least that’s what she tells Ben she told Sam as they greet each other in the lobby of the Hilton on this Saturday around noon, the Saturday follo...ing the Thursday that was Rosh Hashanah. She’s wearing a short blue skirt, high heels and a low-cut blouse. She’s a bit done-up for shopping but knew Ben would appreciate an outfit that does justice to her firm, shapely body. With her hair pinned up, she looks like a cross between a business executive and a high-class hooker. Ben wears dark olive. Her ripe globe overfilled my hand."Do you plan to serve me right here?" she asked, yanking her quart-sized boob free of my mouth and shrugging her shift's shoulder strap back in place."Wherever you say," I told her. "The old lady said I was to do what you asked." Well, then," she chuckled, "slow down." She gestured to a chair and sat on the wide sofa, ignoring the fact that she wore no bodice and that I was very obviously hard, hard as her jutting dugs which rose warmly above her lace edging of. The pastries...I'dnever seen such a selection. Sarah and Sandi decided to split apastry with a wonderful apple filling. I couldn't resist a poppy seedroll. We noticed that the Place des Vosges was only a couple ofblocks away so that's what we headed for. It was a huge squaresurrounded with shops and restaurants. We found a bench and sat downto enjoy our purchases. Sandi and Sarah could only say mmmmm. Ifound the poppy seed filling the richest I'd ever tasted."You know Leslie, if you eat. She tried to call Jeffrey's cell phone but the voicemail picked up. Surely she couldn't really ask him for that information with David still in the house anyway? What if he overheard? How would she explain it away? Still she needed to find out how she could get in touch with Jeffrey so that she could eventually ask him for the information. She hung up the phone, deciding not to leave a message before pulling out the business card he gave her the night they met. She dialed the number to his.