* A small café catches my eyes. It has that cozy, Italian flair with its dark wood and the airy rattan chairs and chrome tables outside. Soft bells...chime when I push the wooden door open, and while the air inside isn’t any cooler than on the outside, at least it promises shadow. The waitress, a plump girl with wavy brown hair and wearing a thick cotton apron that has to be pure torture in this heat, is busy with the espresso machine and spares me no glance. I’m lucky that one table at the. ‘I can’t.’ Her eyes brimmed with tears. Genuine as well I noted with a satisfied smile. ‘Why?’ ‘He can’t know I’m alive.’ Almond shaped eyes focused somewhere on the floor. I raised a brow and shook my head. She obviously had her reasons, none of which meant anything to me. ‘You will do anything?’ I wanted to be perfectly clear on this. ‘Yes.’ She nodded to confirm her words. ‘Fine.’ I pulled out the picture of Elimina and slapped it down on the table beside me. ‘This girl. Find her, bring. .......she bit her lip......mmmm, back in full drive again I quickly mounted her and ripped her shirt and bra all the way over her short haired head. We aggressively french kissed as she welcomed me with open arms and spread legs. As her hands rubbed my back she pulled my shirt off fully and stroked my glistening back. I tenderly rubbed and twisted her nipples with my left hand while supporting myself on my other elbow. I could feel her lips quiver everytime I pulled her cute little. I don’t want to rush and I’ve never been with a man before.”I smiled, “Honey, no problem. You’ll know when you’re ready. Don’t let anyone push you, even your “gentleman” Steve. My husband and I didn’t have intercourse until just before our wedding. How’s that for being conservative?” Jackie seemed to appreciate my support and candor. I continued, “Now, we need to get you out of those “engineer” clothes and into something more adventuresome. Let’s start with some feminine lacey, pastel-colored.