The tunnel was an experience and I found that I was a bit claustrophobic; something that I had never suspected before but I was reasonably certain it ...as the case because I was determined to take the ferry on the way back and avoid it at all costs.The drive down to Paris was absolutely lovely.The flowers were in full bloom and the butterflies were fluttering up a storm of yellow and black and lot of other colors too numerous to mention.I stopped in a petrol station more to use the ladies and. She poured her coffee and sat down to read her paper. I decided to ask if there was anything specific she would like me to do today. She told me I could clean the living room, under the couches and behind the book shelves to get all the dust that has built up over time. Alright, I can do that I said. I kissed her on the cheek and went to the living room to get started. I pulled the couch out and began sweeping collecting all the dust and crumbs, while I had it out I also decided to mop behind. It turned out her cousin's interests were the same as the boys she'd been removed from. Unknown to her grandparents, her sexual education had moved forward at a rapid pace. It was mostly hanky-panky, and mostly harmless, though she became intimately aware of the functions and capabilities of the male sexual organ.She'd had a pet cow, that she milked, and a dog and three cats. She remembered those as the best years of her life.She told him how she'd gone to college, to get an MBA, because. There were only a couple of other cars in the car park. That was a good sign. It was a big place and there was a good chance that we wouldn't even meet the other people. We parked up and I got out of my car with my binoculars and with the spare pair of pantyhose. We set off down the path into the reserve which at this point was quite open. As we walked I asked his name. " Ray" he said. A bit further down the path we passed a couple going the other way. That was good as it meant there was.