It wasn’t very satisfying, but I wasn’t hungry anymore, and shortly caught myself daydreaming. In college I had gotten drunk and been approached a... a bar by a girl I had seen around a few times. We talked for a while, and I was surprised when she asked me back to her place, but being that I was drunk and very curious, I gave in and went with it. She was attractive, but didn’t have much of a body. Skinny with little to no curves, even after it was all done and some curiosity had been satisfied,. She sobbed in despair, unable to articulate her utter desolation. But, then he resumed his caress and turned her head to face him. Gently and with great care as if she were a fragile doll, Paul kissed her mouth and drew her body to him. Relief flooded her; she clasped him and kissed him back, forcing her tongue between his teeth to explore his mouth.“One day,” She murmured, “we will do Greek and it will be the right time, but for now, I think French is the language of the day.” With those. While she was at the party schmoozing the men and women with the purse strings, she saw a well-dressed man sitting at a small corner table by himself. She noticed he wasn't paying a lot of attention to what was going on around him.He seemed somehow to be disconnected and not bothered by the persistent drone of multiple conversations going on around him. Almost as if he was above all that noise. It puzzled her since everyone was there for the express purpose of getting their pockets picked by. She smiled and then took a second look at me. I know I must have been a sight, dirty with road grime, and wearing leather chaps, but the look was not one of disgust. It was a bit of interest I have learned to recognize in my 50 plus years. In those years I have also learned to flirt with a woman and whenever a door is open I jump right in.“Excuse me ma’am” I hate to be rude or disrespectful”, “But your about as pretty a woman as I have ever seen” She blushed heavily and muttered a thank you..