‘I want cash lady. Surely you carry some cash on you.’ ‘Very little sir, I seldom need it.’ ‘Well, let this be a lesson to you. There are ti...es when you do need it. Do you have a hundred dollars on you?’ ‘I might, let me look.’ She opened her shoulder bag. In the light of the trunk lamp, she checked her wallet. I stood in the cold waiting. I slipped my hands into my parka pockets to get them out of the snow. I realized, as I waited, that we both were going to be soaked, if we stood out in the. Soon we left for Marseille, France's largest sea port. The port itself was pretty damned disgusting with dumped holding tanks and diesel slime everywhere. We cut our visit short and motored on. Now, Cannes was a different kettle of fish! It was a rich man's tourist city with a sense of understated elegance--sort of 'whatever you want, we've got'. It had obviously gentrified as the royalty of Europe left for less well-published locations. A new generation was taking over and it was becoming more. ‘Fyodor makes me cream my little girl panties. My god, those eyes! Don’t laugh, I’m not even being ironic. I totally mean it. It’s the eyes.’ But it was too late to stop Hannah and Anders from laughing. Christi shrugged and filled in the corners of the room with black-and-white postcards of vintage scenes from European cities. After a while Hannah left, saying that she had a yoga class she was taking Saturday mornings, and left Christi in her new home. Anders stayed to talk and make sure she. Soon I was texting back and forth setting up a location. I texted the name of the restaurant I was at, and asked if was close enough. The text reply was yes and what about a place to actually fuck. I texted back that I would be at the motel across from the restaurant.The text I received next was a question I had not gave much thought to. I was asked if the sex or orientation of the respondent mattered. I answered, as long as YOU want to GET fucked, then I was ok with that, being I am a bisexual.