But since I own the company I guess you could say it's mine!" I said."It's very nice-looking. Is it a limousine?" she asked."Yes, it is. Would you lik... to see inside it? It's got air conditioning and it's a lot more comfortable than an old wooden bench!" I said."That would be nice. I've never seen the inside of a limousine before," she said as we walked towards the car. As we got close, my driver got out and came around to open the door for us."Who is this?" Michelle asked, surprised there was. It was a very hectic morning at work with a few meetings and a few stressful problems. In my last meeting at about 1:00 with a couple of people my phone rang. I saw it was my wife's cell number calling so I picked it up. My wife said Hi and sounded like she was at some kind of bar as I could hear a lot of noise in the background.I asked her where she was and she reminded me that she had told me last week she was having lunch with a friend, she then quickly asked me if I was sure I wanted to. I pulled out my vintage uchiwa and gently fanned myself. I tilted my head back a little and let out a small sigh of relief. The cool air whirling around my body felt great. It was an absolutely beautiful day in Normandy, and I was standing outside of the villa waiting for my dad. I watched as the front door slowly opened before my 6' 3" tall dad stumbled out. I quietly giggled to myself as I continued to watch him struggle down the steps as he carried a large picnic basket and a rucksack. "I. ”Have we ever met before?” I asked. “You seem vaguely familiar to me.” She giggled and gave me a big smile.”I believe you are... familiar... with my sister, Rachael.”Rachael? Red? From the cottage? “As in Rachael and Ed?” I asked.”Yes,” she laughed. “As in Rachael and Ed.””She’s your sister?” I said with surprise.”Yes, she’s my sister,” she giggled. “That’s how I got your name.” I undid the button on my pants and began to slowly pull down the zipper. Her gaze shifted and followed my hand as the.