It was early enough for us to be in the midst of local coffee drinkers and far too early for the usual tourist crowds to gather. Olga was bouncing in ...er seat like some frenzied schoolgirl and shot me an angry look when I kicked her ankle under the table to get her to settle down.Out of the corner of my eye, I saw two young girls exchanging some notes with each other and at the same time I spotted two goons in a dirty Volvo sitting in the bus stop across the canal. They were trying to look like. Guys like the many people who used this exact line up until now, I’m going to use it too: I did not have any bad intentions towards her, up until then. Because trust me, what happened next was sure to make all intentions go bad!She was ironing the clothes in a squatting position. Like how millions of us sit down to maybe sweep, clean, and also on the WC. I don’t know how but my eyes wandered to her house. I was cleaning and I saw her thighs. And to that, I thought, “That’s certainly a good. " Sure, no problem let me get my keys."I could see she was already dressed for work–she had on a very sexy plunge front lapel vest that was quite tight and showed off her ample tits well, a very short and very tight little miniskirt, and fishnet stockings with stiletto-heel pumps with ankle straps. She also had a bow-tie choker to complete her ensemble. She did look hot in her "uniform", no doubt about it!I drove her to work and when we got there, I talked to her boss and told him what. The dirty jokes, the confessed liaisons, whether real or imagined, were always the primary reason for being there in the first place. They exchanged stories, drank their hot rum and coffee liberally, and then settled in for the night as the storm finally arrived, though doing so with barely a hint of what was actually to come.It had snowed all night long with the storm gradually intensifying. By morning, there was easily a good two to three feet of fresh snow covering the ground. Snow knew it.