I bow to greatness. I have not met you but congrats! Lorna.Jack
I have this mental image of a little French guy with a spiked mustache, in a claw hammer coat, dropping it round her neck and kissing both her cheeks.
Overcome by her Midwest purity, Pierre stepped back, lit two cigarettes, inhaling both with his eyes closed ... then slowly exhaled through his nose, giving one to her. He took her hand, kissed it,looked deep into her eyes through the smoke, whispering an invitation to a late night hotel rendezvous. Then releasing her hand, pivoted and strode confidently from the room.
I don't know whether to encourage you to write porn or the next Pink Panther movie.
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