My lips were puffy and red, my skin flushed, and there appeared to be a faint love bite over my left breast. My fingers chafed over it, as if to erase...it, but the vague purplish shadow remained."You're losing it kid," I said to my reflection.I returned to the Café du Monde that morning, my craving for beignets overruling my desire to experience different restaurants. I even lingered over a second cup of café au lait, mulling over the night before. My dream lover's plea had convinced me to stay. His sister stayed behind. She said, “I did have my doubts when I first met you. You quickly erased those doubts, and I’m happy that my faith in you was not misplaced.”“Thanks.”“Besides, I owe you for straightening out my brother. We actually sat down and talked about my days out in California.”“I’m glad,” Cathy said. “You should tell your story to more people. You did something special out there and a lot of women need a role model.”“I’ll think about it.”Benny said, “You really should tell your. I did my best to look non-threatening and sexy. She decided in that instant--which she admitted later--that I looked safe and anonymous. If the circumstances allowed it...and if discretion were possible, she wouldn't mind fucking my brains out."Why did you say there is a God?" she asked, wondering if I might know her husband.I saw you in the boarding area, I said. "I travel for a living and always dream of being seated next to that day's beautiful woman. God throws me a bone about once a. ‘Why are you still mostly dressed when all I have on is panties around my ankle?’ ‘I was, uh, distracted’, I said, ‘mesmerized by freckles’. She just shook her head and reached down to pull my shirt over my head. After losing the shirt, I leaned down and kissed her again as she wrapped her arms around me and returned the kiss. I wanted to feel even more of her softness, so I disengaged from her kiss and started to unbuckle my belt and unbutton my jeans. She reached down and helped me push my.