We've been drinking that weird Moroccan tea. Mint tea. It's reet sweet, like." I prefer coffee. Café cassé. Or café au lait." Yeah. I could do with...a cuppa, me."They sat outside a café at a table on the pavement. The waiter swivelled the huge parasol so they were both in the shade of the fierce North African sun. Paul seemed ill at ease but insisted on buying the drinks. He struggled with his schoolboy French while the waiter nodded and seemed to understand. Marla couldn't help smiling at his. I came right out and said, "That looks like a good idea, getting ready for bed. Its late and we have a big day tomorrow." Followed with, "How about we both get ready for bed and then I meet you back out at the table for a little night cap before we head to bed?" "I'd like that." you say. And with that I turn, close the door behind me and head to my own room to change. I'm not sure why, but I decided to shave and otherwise freshen up before I slipped into my Japanese silk. The night was quiet also, no other boats on the bayou, we would have heard their motors. I just keep feeding the notion that we were lost on the bayou. The girls were enthused with looking at every tree we passed to see if there was a snake we needed to avoid. Somehow, Jamie and I ended up with the paddles. If the girls were looking for excitement, I guess they had found it, lost on a snake and alligator infested bayou at night with no boat motor. What more could you want for excitement? And. Taking her keys out of her purse, Cindy unlocked the back door and walked inside. Judging from the lights being on, the bookkeeper knew one of her co-workers was already at the office.?Fuck isn?t anything around here the same?? yelled an unknown male voice. Cindy cautiously walked in the direction of where she heard the voice coming from. In the OB/GYN?s front office a bearded Caucasian man was venting his frustration at an office computer. Still unnoticed to this point, Cindy put her purse.
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