We finished the bottle of champagne, and continued to chat. Then suddenly there was a great roar as the train plunged into the Simplon Tunnel. The noi...e made conversation a little difficult. Juliette stood up, and said, ‘Thank you for your company, James. I think that I shall return to my compartment now.’ ‘Would you allow me to escort you there?’ I asked. She looked at me for a moment, and then smiled deeply at me. ‘Thank you,’ she said. ‘That would be very nice.’ She took my arm as we walked. Actually that’s how we first started kissing on the lips. She told me one day that she was wearing a new lipstick with flavor. I surprised her by kissing her on the lips to taste it. From then on we have always kissed on the lips, and when she has that lipstick on it is a game for me to guess the flavor. I guessed Strawberry today.“Nope,” she said just a tad flustered it seemed.“Let me try again.” Before she could protest I leaned close and kissed her a second time, letting my lips linger on. The weekend had started well: boy had met girl and the Friday night alchemy that turns alcohol into meaningless sex had just begun when the spell, or rather a Budweiser bottle, was broken by a not-quite-ex-boyfriend who mistook me for the villain in the tragedy that passed for his love life. I was in no fit state to explain that I only had a walk on part in the last act so resorted to a more direct, if somewhat clichéd, response. In short, I head-butted him. Friday night went down hill rapidly. I caught Tom’s eye and winked as our plan was falling into place. I’m not one to believe in accidents, only opportunities, and I knew that Tom would be a perfect accomplice in my plan. She had no idea that I had been working on this plan for her since the day that we had met. As we walked into her tidy house, I told her that I knew we all were all 420 friendly, so why didn’t we wind down the evening with a little smoke. She sweetly obliged and went to retrieve her stash. I didn’t have to.