The space was outside of the regular thoroughfare, so it was clear when somebody was approaching the seating space. Alexa noticed as soon as she walke... into the booth that the circular walls provided a soundproof haven for discussion and discretion. It was a way to be publicly private. Sitting in the booth, sipping a cup of masala chai, was a striking and dignified gentleman in a dark grey suit. "Mr.Dacosta, this is my friend Alexa." Serena proffered. Mr. Dacosta smiled and nodded. "Ah yes,. He's from Leighton Buzzard."She giggled. "Cue for a limerick! Well, we've been going back to his room, for coffee and - just to talk - well, it started that way. Then, it just happened, bingo! He was kissing me and we couldn't keep our hands off each other." She hugged herself. "It was bliss."Elizabeth raised an eyebrow. No only could she read thoughts, but a raised eyebrow was often enough to project her thoughts too."No! I didn't want to make love, not all the way. We were, sort of saving it. I had no idea how to react. I had never imagined doing anything of the kind with any one. I thought it only mattered to dogs. Yet, it wasn't altogether off-setting. In fact, his flattery and eagerness and the fact that I could make him happy like the humpy-leg dogs made me realize that it might be a new window opening to do even more of what I had always loved to do, only I would do it with guys as well as dogs. I could at least try it, couldn't I? If I didn't like it or didn't see it the way. You could pick a girl and order straight off the woman and have it cooked any way you wanted. Marie had heard that in the city some new Japanese steakhouse restaurants cut and cooked the meat at your table. Marie shuddered and said “Oh no, nothing like that. I want a license, just in case I ever need one.”“Well that’s good, I was worried for a minute. I’m getting graded today too. I saw a sign at the new building at the end of our block. It’s going to be a small restaurant. I was thinking of.