#330698 - I ‘cheered’ her bottle of water with my glass to ease any fears she may have had, and I looked over her shoulder: “Oh, that girl has gone! I wanted to see her legs, damn!” She threw another tissue at me, relaxing visibly, and rubbing her legs against mine under the table; “There are legs here” she said emphatically; “Oh, yes, they must have been the legs I was thinking of. She drove like everyone else, leaving me no choice but to hold her waist for my own safety; but when I did, she took this as a ‘sign’, and she pushed her tiny body - she really was quite a small woman – back along the seat against me: how many times have I thought how devious women can be? Their little fingers have men caught by a string like a puppet. She added ice and beer to my glass and said “I am happy to meet you, Mr.