I saw his elegantly naked back, his young strong shoulders, and fine strong legs. His bare feet were as beautiful to me as were his wild dark hair and...callused hands. I was created out of love, his ideal, and he was created for me, my ideal.I was pulled from my musings when I felt the reptile's hands fondle my buttocks. Had I been able to move I would have slapped his hands away, spitting in his eye."Too bad she's made of stone, eh Sebastien? She'd be a ripe piece of flesh for my flesh."The. You’ve wasted all of this time on my sob story.” I was about to say I didn’t consider it wasted time, but she was gone, so I switched off the engine and followed her into the house. “Sit down.” She called from the kitchen. “White okay for you?” I sat on the sofa and answered, “White’s fine. Just a small one, I’m driving.” Lynette came in and handed me a moderately large glass of wine. She sat at the other side of the sofa and offered me her glass to clink. “Cheers.” I think I was the. Self esteem or a lack of it had been the cornerstones for a foundation which I could feel crumble ever so slowly as the time progressed until Friday afternoon came and I found myself at the scene of the crime. I’d almost worked myself into lather, ready to tell the effervescent auditor of the absurdity of his decision only to have him greet me with a wide smile, his hands outstretched in welcome and as always, I felt myself crawl back into the too familiar shell of shyness combined with. Looking forward to it,” I responded. “Plans for lunch?” she sent back. “Not really. Want to meet?” I answered, suddenly glad that I didn’t have any lunch meetings planned. “If you can get away.” “I probably can. Last meeting for the morning ends at 11:30.” “Got a place in mind?” I thought about it a minute. Someplace nice but close by so I wouldn’t miss my first afternoon meeting. “The café off the lobby. The desk can show you where it is. I should be there a little past noon,” I sent.