She ordered the famouspumpkin pie (the diner has a great history of that dish) and coffee. Hername is Samantha Stephens.The next booth was a handsome...man, about 30 years old and he was carryinga violin case. He was wearing a tuxedo. He was about 6'4", thin, shockof blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. He was eating a hamburger, friesand coffee. He was watching Franciszka (and reading a textbook - a how tomake an integrated circuit). Franciszka asked him, "What that book is?"He told him. There, at Jean Paul' insistence, and "high" on tequila "shooters", they became man and wife, forever removing her from any illusion of control that Pierre Padgett might still harbor.Their honeymoon was a brief affair, intensely sensual, but dimmed by the alcoholic haze which surrounded it.Jean Paul had blown the budget and rented a honeymoon suite near Old Montreal. Darla was amazed ... never in her life had she seen a room so decadently appointed.It was a vision in red and white. The pale. " She then started off the trail up to the truck. I stayed in the water for another maybe 5 minutes. Then decided she will leave me as she said, Maybe sooner than 30 minutes. So i started my walk out of the water completely embarrassed about being in see through panties. Surprisingly I only got a couple of chuckles from the guys and one whistle from one of the women. I made the whole trek up the hill with them watching. Back at the truck she was sitting on the tailgate. "Have fun?" "I was too. “Are you cold ? Would you like to borrow my coat?” he offers. Taking aback at this chivalrous gesture, which would have been more appropriate in the time of the horseshoe clattering cobbled streets I had thought about earlier, all I can say is “Uhmm.” My apparent indecisiveness is taken as a yes and he takes off his overcoat, steps besides me and throws it over my shoulders. I feel his arms on my shoulders, lingering just a little bit longer than really necessary. Then he steps back and leans.