‘It’s always good to see you, Francine. We had our good times, didn’t we?’ Harding pecked her on the forehead and she smoothed a tender hand o...er his cheek. ‘Yes, we did, Harding, very good times.’ Harding turned to the window overlooking the sportster prep area and picked up the pit phone. ‘Yeah, send Slick to my office immediately. He has another round of interviews on the sportster matter. Tell him to cleanup and look presentable.’ ————————————————- There was a knock on the door. Francine. Men, though. Their best laid schemes aside, what they are best at is ruining my best laid schemes. It had been a terrific date, dinner, dancing, drinks and soft sweet jazz at Dante's. It had been pretty much everything I want from a first date. I had already decided that he was a second dater. I had already decided to put out a nice wine and put satin sheets on the bed for our next date. When the band finished their last set, he paid the tab, left a generous tip and took me by the hand to his. Gallantly, Freddie collected Sandy's parcels.As he got through the door of the convent the plaintive sound of a cello filled the air. Clegg and Sandy went through to her office to discuss their next moves. Over the course of an hour and a bottle of claret a plan began to emerge. While Sandy went off to dinner with her new friend, Freddie and Jacques went to pay a call on the apartment of Anna Prozic."Bon soir," Clegg smiled affably to the maid that opened the door. "Nous chercherons. " Once she'd finished she pulled out some bright rednail varnish and set to painting my new nails. 2 coats followed by a topgloss just to make sure I didn't chip them apparently. With my nails stillwet, and under orders to not touch anything until they dried, Jo led me backinto the living room where my new outfit was still neatly laid out."Stand there honey and keeps your arms up. And look after your nails. I'mgoing to dress you."'This is brilliant' I thought, as Jo first went for the PVC.