Bess's gay driver stowed Benjamin's luggage. The ride home impressed Benjamin. I had the driver close the privacy screen and still didn't feel complet...ly safe from his hearing."Darling," said Bess to Benjamin (and thankfully not to me), "we loved your love poem." But ... Devi," stuttered Benjamin, "I sent it for you to read, not..." Oh Ben," said Devi, jostling me over to sit beside Bess while she sat next to my son. She kissed him. "Relax honey--your father knows everything." He..." began. It has nothing to do with your beliefs, only how they fit into the community." I'm sorry," he said, "I cannot compromise." Drink only when you really need to, travel at night as much as possible, and find shade during the day, but be careful that you don't share it with a sidewinder," I told him, giving him a gentle push in the direction of the trail. "Good luck."I radioed the trailhead to let them know to expect him, and when they radioed back that he had passed them, I turned back to Sanchez.. So this is just surreal, but they were seemingly into it thing, and just looking at her there, eyes screwed shut as she took me in, it just seemed right. And before I knew it the words were out of my mouth. “You’re such a slut”. She opened her eyes then, stared at me. I continued (a little worried now). “whore”. She smiled and in that moment, I truly realized I could do and say what I wanted to her. So, while fucking her I leaned in, looked her straight in the eyes and told her she was a. Tuesdays are always very quiet. I know because I sometimes slip in for a blanc sec. This particular Tuesday was no exception with myself behind the bar, and just two other women sitting at the bar, nobody else. I assumed they worked the local hotels – you know the kind of thing, chambre avec oreiller. This is the euphemism for a room with a girl (not a pillow as the words say!). Paris at the very end of July is a hot and stuffy city without a breath of breeze. Those who can do so take.