I can read a man very well. I have to ... in both my past and present professions. Surely you knew that I didn’t just strip for a living, right?” ...adine’s eyebrows raised as she took in the scene of not one, but two naked senoritas in Ned’s Acapulco home.“I knew no such thing and don’t call me Shirley,” Ned quipped, making Nadine laugh more than a little as she caught the Leslie Nielsen reference, “Chloe wasn’t very forthcoming about your past ... and hers. I wasn’t given any reason to take it. My heart missed a beat. That was Carlotta’s old personalised number plate! So it must have once been her car - doubtless now owned by a rich Porsche enthusiast. The vinyl soft top was in place and it was hard to discern the identity of the driver sitting at the wheel. Slowly the window was wound down to reveal an attractive middle-aged woman wearing huge tortoiseshell sunglasses..“Hello stranger, fancy seeing you!” The mild Germanic inflection was instantly recognisable as that of my old. The studio apt was pitch black except for the lightening striking taking quick electrical atmospherical images of grey suede furniture, side tables and a winding staircase. Taryn walks with full stride across the wooden floor. Her heels clunk and tug at his heart at the same time. “ Sit “, she says without turning around. He obeys. Heels clunking came closer to him. Her obsession perfume lingered his nasal passage. He’s now shivering as she hands him a towel and mens size lounge pants. She. And married men. That one time was a mistake. That Saturday was a huge mistake.The meeting went well, except for sudden thoughts of Peter touching my body and caressing my breasts. He was so gentle that his tongue felt like cotton tickling my nipples. And his kisses? They were perfect. You know, the kind that just lets you kiss back and leave you wanting for more. By the time I had reached the office, it was almost lunch time. I ran to my workstation and was relieved that almost everyone has.