The train jerked into life and slowly pulled away from the platform. The Frenchwoman closed her eyes and rested her head on the back of the seat. Harr... thought she might be falling asleep. Perhaps he could get some work done after all. Just as he was about to stand and retrieve his laptop, the woman opened her eyes and turned her head slightly to address him. "You said you were named 'Arry, non?" That's right. Harry Whitehead." Blanc tête," she said absently-mindedly. She giggled. "Well, 'Arry.. Annie giggled and struck a pose, showing off her tight stomach and great legs. She turned to me and said, "See? It's just teasing!" I nodded and kept my mouth shut. It was still a bikini. Besides, if some guys wanted to ogle my wife, no harm in that…Right? I laid back in the lawn chair and opened my book while Annie walked over to her friends. I had planned to do some reading.The company had an open bar on the deck, which I visited a couple of times to get a beer. There was a lot of drinking. She’s still one of my best friends.”“So you’re a player, then?” she asked with a smile and an arched eyebrow.“I suppose some people would say so, yes. But I’m not sure that’s the right way to describe it.”“One sec!” she said brightly and moved to a booth where someone had signaled her.Winter refilled the drinks they requested, then checked on her other guests, then came back to talk to me.“You seem like a nice guy and I like talking to you. Would you get in trouble for buying me a root beer. He put his arm around the stunned girl and walked her out of the building."What was that all about?" I asked, once Sid had returned."Well," said Sid, "we sell these tapes to our sister station in Holland, if we can get her to perform for us," he laughed."But," I started to say, but Sid held up his hand."She was gagging for it," he said, "something to tell her friends about in the pub. I just did what she wanted me to do." Well I'm not sure about that, but I kept my mouth shut."How did it go?".