Peter looked up. "Next timeStephanie, don't forget your purse. You left it on the table. You shouldtake it everywhere." He held out his hand, and she ...ave him the panties.He caught her fingers and bent to kiss them, sniffing them first.'Goodgirl." As if they were a dirty napkin he tossed the panties onto theplate his amuse-bouche had been on and a waiter whisked them away.Harlow smiled across at them as she and her companion watched from theirtable.The rest of the meal went quietly. The food. ‘You look like you could use a drink’ she said to me, understanding exactly what was on my mind. ‘Thanks’ I said as I took the bottle from her and drank a few swallows of the dark and fiery liquid. ‘Hey, slow down there before you keel over, I brought the glasses for a reason’ she said laughing. ‘Thanks for the concern, but I’m drowning my sorrows tonight’ I said and I smiled back at her. She took the bottle from me and sat down next to me, pouring us each a drink over the ice in the glasses.. Betsy would burn and peel madly if she stayed exposed to the sun for as much as an hour so she was always covered with a floppy hat and covered with sun block. I was kind of a cross between the two types. I tanned easily, but usually after a first burn and peel cycle. My hair got bleached out when I got a lot of sun, turning almost blond.My bathing suit was one of those abbreviated European designs that had no liner, just fast-drying nylon cloth. Thick enough so you couldn't see through it when. That hurt, but even then, I didn't assume any blame. I was too self-centered, too driven. I hired a private detective whose efforts made the divorce equitable for me.Nora presented the first clue that I wasn't aging. We'd been married for five years. She'd aged. I hadn't, and during one of our last verbal battles, she'd screamed, "You might not be getting older, but I am! You don't look a minute older than the day I met you. How is that possible?" That's ridiculous," I said.She turned me to a.