Nice and lonely. Fresh air will calm you.”I worried all night. What if I repeated my disastrous expulsions? How long would Helen stand for such fail...re? Was she so sexually accomplished? I was going to find out.Saturday dawned with wall-to-wall sunshine. I wore cotton shorts and a blue button-up sports shirt and when Helen arrived in the little Honda Jazz her father had bought for her birthday, she commented, “Good. Nice light clothing.”That’s how she was dressed. She wore a very thin lemon. Instead, I take hold of her hips, and she purrs and presses back against me. I bend down (quite a ways!) and press my lips against her neck, just below the jawline. I can feel her shudder at the skin-on-skin contact. I can feel the rapid pulse in her veins. Her little cold hands come up, back, stroke and tug at my head, working my lips along the line of her neck. I venture a bite, and she gasps and pulls harder.At this point my pants have become very uncomfortable. Somewhat sheepishly, I draw. An advantage to being undercover was that youcould hide in plain sight. He smiled at two young ladies in shimmeringdresses as they walked past, drinking in their slender tanned bodies.Tonight's mission was purely reconnaissance. There would be timeenough to indulge a little.Rivers checked his watch and gave one last look out to the bay. TheMediterranean Sea shone gold with the last few rays of the setting sun.Expensive yachts were lined up in Monaco's bay, each of them owned bysome big fish. “Well, I’ve sorta been seeing her over the last, like, month or two.” “Okaaaayyy,” I said, leading him onto the next line. “I just, you know, I don’t want you to think we’re, like…” he trailed off. “Like, dating?” I finished his sentence. “Yeah.” “So, do you like her better than me?” I asked, probably one hell of a question, putting him squarely on the spot with probably only one answer he would ever give in this particular situation. “No, Maddie. I like you way more,” he responded,.