"He's not a fashion designer."Gertrude's eyebrows rose. "Not a designer? Don't be ridiculous, dear. No one but a Versace, a Gucci, or a Scarvelli coul... possibly have fashioned such an exquisite purse as this!" He was a banker," Monique said."You won't tell me, then?" I did tell you, Madame Winn. My late love of my life, Richard Hunter, was a financier."Gertrude smiled. "Oh, I see," she declared. "He had the purse designed for you."Inwardly, Monique shrugged. "In a manner of speaking, I guess. There’s no point in beating about the bush here. I’m a ten. I’m dropdead gorgeous. I cause quite a stir in any environment where men are present. Like at work for example. Lots of men there. I’m a graduate trainee at a large company and all the guys in my department fancy me like crazy. They are forever ogling! They can’t help themselves. I know that every single one of them would love to fuck me. They dream of fucking me. But they can dream on because I am not available. I have a dishy. Bobby and Susie – we really need to get moving. Your parents are gonna kill me! With that we quickly strode back along the trails until we got close to the parking lot. I said hold up kids, time to get our clothes back on – AWWWWW! The kids moaned. Look guys, I would love nothing more than to stay naked, but you know we can’t. Reluctantly, we all got our bit of clothing back on and got into my car. They kids climbed into the back seat to strip again so they could put on their. Goode smiled at Emma as he opened his laptop. He had one of those smiles that make you weak-kneed and short of breath."First let me say that I applaud your obvious dedication to your sex life," he told her. "I have had women tell me they will not have sex for days before coming to see me. Quite frankly, I don't think I've ever had a patient come in to see me just after they had just had such a fresh and intense experience."Emma lowered her eyes, as her face flushed. Dr. Goode seemed not to.