It took a long time to get the wording right. I didn't want to presume too much, but I still wanted to let her know that I was thinking about her – ...hat was an understatement. That kiss as we parted, the warmth of her body, and the scent of her as I carried her out of the ship demanded more and more of my thoughts. Perhaps it's the natural order of things that as I became more secure in my new life, there was more room for pleasurable thoughts. The photo on the web site of Cecilia on the castle. After a few hours of busy buys at the local boutiques and shoe palaces her sister in lawJoanne had suggested to go for a late "dim-sum" lunch at the Shangri-la Hotel downtown (which is owned by Alex).When they arrived they met another group of Joanne's girl friends who were already there having lunch.At 2pm as they were finishing their meal, Alex had walked in apparently from his office elsewhere in the hotel, and about to have his lunch. He had arrived from Brunei in Kota Kinabalu only the day. When I finished cleaning them they looked great. Hell, they should have. They were hardly used.I took the clubs back down to the garage and stuck them in the back of my car. I had the time, so now it was just a matter of doing what I wanted, when I wanted to do it.I was less than five minutes away from heading out to a local driving range when the phone rang. It was Felicia Gonzales."Hello, Terry. How are you today?" Fine. Just about to head out to the driving range to get some exercise. How. I decided to take the plunge."We used to call it petting or getting to first base." I laughed, trying for a light, detached tone of voice. "It usually started on the outside of the young woman's clothing and hopefully progressed to more intimate touching as you got to know each other better."Ellie sighed. "When did she let you put your hand under her blouse, then?" Ellie asked, clearly exasperated with my avoidance technique."You mean like this," I asked, reaching under the front of her tank.