Yulia’s belly presses against the balcony’s railing when the man steps behind her to wrap his arms around her mid-section. His chin rests on her s...oulder and she feels his lips press a kiss to the side of her neck. She also smells him. The smell is repulsive, something she has noticed before, but the allure of sex made it a distant annoyance. Now it is heavy and makes it hard to breath. Even so, she doesn’t try to pull away or push back. Instead, she welcomes it repulsively.“What is this. I tried to force it to be rational, but nothing happened. I just lay there in stupor. The first thing I realized was that it was not my bed. It was far too large, soft, and smelled too good to be mine.Then I got this feeling that I wasn't alone. Maybe it was the odd perfume, or after shave, it was hard to tell the difference, that gave it away. Maybe it's the breathing that wasn't coming from me, or maybe it was the feel of skin pressed against my naked ass. That Sunday morning it was. Grace means everything to me. I won’t screw up this time.”“Good! By the way, I think your friend Sal might be in trouble. I’m fairly certain that Johanna has already set her sights on him,” Franz laughed.Lars piped in, “I’d bet money he’s just as smitten. What an odd but lovely pairing they’ll make.”“It was Grace’s idea to set them up,” Mac grinned.“Of course, it was,” Franz laughed.At about 1:15 p.m., Virginie took Grace up to the Nimb Roof, where Lars waited with Mac for the First Look.. ”“Oh give me a break! Angie had you, lock, stock, barrel, and cassock two years ago! She had a gazillion chances to have you and she didn’t want them.”“A ‘gazillion’?” I chuckled.“Greater than the biggest number I know and less than infinity!” Clarissa laughed. “But you know what I mean.”“I do. I said as much to Angie, too. I’m at a point where either she has to agree to talk to me and take things forward slowly, or drop the entire idea. And yesterday, I decided I really didn’t care which way.