Leona Jade smiled at the waitress. Leona was a straightforward woman,some would even call her blunt, and she greatly appreciated others whocommunicate... in the same way. ?Leona. Leona Jade.? She introduced herselfto the waitress. The waitress took her hand, and shook it lightly, butfirmly. Leona realized her own handshake was weak in comparison, but thatwas very much by design. ?Sandra Pazzini, pleased to meet you.?Leona?s eyebrow raised. Leona Jade born under the name ?Lee VincentCorvetti? had. My secretary, Joanne, had just got back from lunch herself and saw me, red and sweating, throwing up."Mr. Grayson, are you OK? Are you having chest pains? I know CPR and you look like you're having a heart attack. Are you OK?" she asked frantically.I couldn't speak and waved my arms. Joanne panicked and called 911, and then came into the room and coaxed me to lie on my office floor. I didn't know, maybe I was having a heart attack.Thirty minutes later, EMT's were carrying me out of my building. I managed to greet her, shake her hand and invite her to sit down. She sat back in the chair, crossed and re-crossed her shapely legs, and casually flicked her high-heeled shoe on and off of her heel. Her legs were clad in dark nylon, but the short skirt and the low chair meant that I could see to the dark vee of her crotch without making it too obvious.Did she recognise me? Nothing in what she said suggested that she did. Not great for my ego, but made the interview far less awkward than it. I watch him do this, and I suddenly want to do the same thing, but hold back. I look up at his face, and at this very instant, looking directly into my eyes, he says, quietly: “I’ve been watching you. I want to make love to you.” He says it in English, but with a really heavy French accent, and I wonder how he knows I’m English. Universal language, of course, I remind myself.This boy is sure of his territory, I think. To say I am rather gobsmacked would probably be an enormous understatement..