“Look at the ducklings behind you babe!” he pointed behind me. I swiveled my head around for a few seconds to have a look and heard his camera cli...k repeatedly as he photographed the dear little things. Since it was a windless day, on our way back Doug zipped by our complex and headed out into a dead calm Lake Ontario. The shimmering green water was amazingly clear, apparently due to the Zebra Muscles. In a bay I suddenly became aware that we were being stalked by, of all things, three-foot. "Welcome to Number 1 Storey's Gate — or 'The Dungeon' to its inmates" she laughed. In the light of the flickering globe David recognised his welcomer. "Miss Ive, a pleasure to meet you" "Ooo, aren't you a saucey one!" she simpered as he took her hand and kissed it! "My mum warned me about you Yanks. You can call me Ruth."David had met Ruth two days earlier, when she had come to the American Embassy to confirm David's appoinment. Her looks were nothing to write home about; an aging spinster, was. And I depend on you. You're my rock, Barb." I shouldn't have let you be with that ... porn star. He's got you doing it ... Fucking for money in front of a fucking camera. If I'm the rock, I would have stopped it." Barb, you know it was my idea from the start. And as much as you gave me friendship and I hope still do, Joseph brought me out of my shell. You've noticed haven't you?" Yes." And you're happy for me, aren't you?"Turning her frown upside down, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears,. “I think you’re going to start a riot,” Julien laughed, “but we have to go now or we’ll be late. And trust me, you don’t want to be late for dinner at Mireille’s.”It was an enchanting late afternoon and evening, a perfect match for what had transpired earlier in the day. Drinks on Mireille’s famous terrace, until they were done enjoying the beautiful sunset over the lower hills of the pre-Alps, then dinner in the old building’s large dining room, where not one single chair was empty. And what a.