It would come in about 15 or so minutes.“Hey… hi” I hear a guy say to me. I turn and there’s that charismatic dreamy smile. “Tough interview...huh” he asked me.“Ohhh shit” I first thought. “Not you again” I said to myself. But my heart was racing. He had an incredible smile, nice eyes and I’m thinking to myself why is this guy being so friendly towards me? I’m hot all over. I actually want to stand close by him. I want to stand so close to him I can feel him breath and feel his body heat. He has. “You are so beautiful.” I fell to my knees. “Let me undress you, husband. I want to see your body.”“Wanting to satisfy your curiosity about a man?” he asked with a grin.I blushed. “I ... I do. I’ve been ... curious.”“Nothing wrong with curiosity,” he said as he sank down onto the bedding, holding up his feet covered in shoes. No avian wore shoes. We went barefoot on the mountain. I stared at the right one, then noticed the lacings holding it closed. I pulled on one and the knot came undone.. He spoke in a voice of the procureur-general, with the rigid inflexibility of neck and shoulders which caused his flatterers to say (as we have before observed) that he was the living statue of the law."Monsieur," replied the count, with a chilling air, "I am very happy to have been the means of preserving a son to his mother, for they say that the sentiment of maternity is the most holy of all; and the good fortune which occurred to me, monsieur, might have enabled you to dispense with a duty. Jack pulled back and looked into Suzanne's eyes."Come on," he said, taking her hand and tucking it into the crook of his arm."Where are we going," Suzanne asked.Jack grinned down at her."It's a surprise," he said.They walked out into the hotel lobby and took the elevator to an upper floor, breathlessly staring into each other's eyes. Jack removed an access card from the inside breast pocket of his jacket and put it into the reader. He pushed the door open and held it as Suzanne slipped past him.