”The taxi deposited us at the café ‘La Rotonde.’ We sat at a table on the sidewalk, and Agnes asked the waiter if Mr. Victor Libion was present...and if she could see him. A few minutes later a gentleman approached us.“Mlle. Agnes, how nice to see you again.”“M. Victor, now it’s Mme. Agnes. May I introduce you to my husband? John, this is the famous M. Victor proprietor of this charming establishment.”Agnes rapidly explained why we were. He invited us inside. The walls were swathed almost floor. Denise was still stumbling, pulling her halter down and trying to get to the cars when a big cop grabbed her by the back of her jeans shorts and tossed her face down in the sand. If you move a muscle little girl I'm going to cuff you and take you to jail, now lie there until I get back for you! He yelled as he flashed his light into her dazed face.Denise was terrified but complied with his order, and lay there crying in fear and betrayal that her new friends would so quickly desert her. A quick. “We okay?” she said. I shrugged.“We have work to do. You gonna eat?” I said. I’d already ordered my chef’s salad. “Don’t worry it’s Dutch tonight. You won’t have to pay for my salad.”“And I had planned on paying for the meals,” she said. “I know you can afford it, but I just kinda...”“No, we’re not on a date. This is strictly a business meeting to see where we go from here,” I said. She nodded, but did look more or less frustrated.The waitress had been alerted by me early on and she showed up. He was tall, handsome and slightly thin. He wore a hooded sweatshirt and jeans which were not as revealing as hers, but her imagination made up for everything. But it was his eyes that she was attracted to the most; deep, mysterious and beautiful. They both wanted something more, she knew it, he knew it. But it was too soon, they held their tongues, wondering how much longer they could control themselves. At this rate, not much longer, but they saved it for another day. **A few months later** .