”“I would think he has to be.”“True. I really do appreciate you being there for me. Can I ask you something?”She smiled, “About kissing yo...?”“Yes. I mean, if you want to talk about it.”Angie took a deep breath and let it out, “I guess I was trying to show you how much I cared.”“You don’t have to do that for me to know you care.”“I, uhm, well, I just felt like I had to. Sorry I can’t explain it any better.”“It’s OK. Just remember I’m your friend and I’m grateful for you being my friend. We do. “So tell me, if you want to.” Em looked down at the table again and played with the remains of her table setting, then took a long swig of wine from her glass, emptying it. “Pour me another wine Ambrose, please,” she said. He did so and refilled his glass too. Em looked a little uncertain. That was generally out of character, but Ambrose let it go. He just said, “Okay. Shoot.” “Well,” said Em, “you went out around lunchtime. You said you’d spend two or three hours at the Louvre and then you. He's breathing hard and rocking his hips. Suddenly this white milky stuff shoots out from the tip, then he relaxes. I watch in awe. We get to the hotel. Ryan gets out and goes to the hotel office. David drives the car to the side of the hotel. Chuck pulls his pants up. We pile out and go to the room. In the room, David turns the TV on and Chuck goes to the bathroom. Ryan stands there looking at me. I hate clothing so I start to strip. Ryan and David are quick to follow. They stand there naked. A moment later she was out of her chair and in a fast walk approached the couple asking in a disbelieving voice, “Josefa? Josefa Jaramillo?”The man with Anna’s twin looked a little unsettled at the resemblance between the two ladies while the woman smiled and answered, “Yes, I’m Josefa.”I couldn’t hear the next part of the conversation but a moment later a beaming Anna led the couple over to our table and introduced them as Mr. and Mrs. Carson. Mrs. Maria Josefa Jaramillo Carson was her distant.