"But you're right it does." It doesn't happen to me ... usually," she said, her eyes glued to my bulging robe."I don't see why not," I replied. "Nothi...g wrong with your looks." (A little white lie, but excusable, I thought.)"You're too kind, but I know I'm no great shakes in the looks department," she said."It's not all about looks," I said. "Sometimes it's personality, other times opportunity." So you er ... find me ... um ... attractive John?" she asked, swallowing slightly, her eyes never. "They left the cafe where they'd been loitering over a slow lunch. They didn't notice the old guy wearing a wool seaman's coat and a battered Greek fisherman's cap. He'd noticed them over his folded newspaper while sipping a cup of coffee. Once Max had glanced toward the corner where the old sailor sat, but the man's face was obscured by his paper. He seemed to be catching up on the news while ashore.Mike led their party while Steve escorted Marie down the ramp to the terminal. He felt his cell. On her mobile now. Thumb texting while her other hand rests just above her right knee, two fingers absently stroking Lycra. I go back to my book, my head magically cleared. The train picks up speed, the metallic rattle of wheels occasionally loud over points.To have her so close promises tragedy. I want to face it, call out her name. But I can't summon the courage — say what I know I must. Do it, Arabella, say something. Ask her name. No. It is not her. She is just a girl. A girl much like the. Aiko starts with her introduction, laughing that she's not going to introduce her 28 year old daughter (nor her 22 year old) to the director, but goes on to say that she's they're beautiful. Though she draws a very strong line in the sand on that front, she's here to get fucked herself today. She's here because she hasn't found love recently in her life, and she's had some odd fantasies that leave her cold (things that I can't write here, sorry). at the end.I should mention that of all the men.