Asking me to sit, she followed with a series of questions: what in the world were you doing? Like she didn't know! "I was trying on your pantyhose." "...hy?" "Because I was curious." "So have you been taking all my pantyhose?" "Ummm, yes." "But they were in the laundry, why not take a clean pair from my drawer if you wanted them so bad?" "Ummmm I don't know!" "Why?" she continued to ask. Finally she broke me, but it wasn't until I looked down and noticed her dangling her shoe and her foot encased. If you’re getting an emotional attachment to me, that’s all the more reason it’s good that we’re not doing it. We’re still hanging out, aren’t we?”“Why is an emotional attachment even bad?” I protested. “I can accept if it doesn’t go both ways, but it’s like I have to feel bad for my own feelings. I don’t feel like it’s fair.”Nicole gave the horizon ahead her patented ‘losing my patience’ smile and turned to me. “I’m gonna say this gently because I’m in a good mood, squirt.” she told me, taking. ? She didn?t see herself as a Hypocrite, because she did see Anglo-Saxons as the people ruining the world, with their bad culture, bad language (French is the superior language) and their bad influence, like video games and Hollywood propagandas.While Brigette was in her Jacuzzi, she dozed off for a while and rested her head, on the back part of the Jacuzzi. The heat was relaxing and she closed her eyelids. She was thinking of her boyfriend Remi, back in France. His black curly hair, his tall. ‘Be quiet!’ I said distressed. ‘You think that’s funny, choking a bishop!’ He laughed even harder at my embarrassing faux-pas. I blushed, but tried to laugh it off with him. A moment later he collected himself and I moved one of my pawns forward. ‘Hey kid,’ he said quietly, pointing out my awkwardness. ‘Are you okay?’ I nodded, ‘Yes, I’m fine.’ I don’t know why I was getting so emotional. It wasn’t about the bishop and it wasn’t about my comment. It was that I was so close to this man I cared.