Let's you and I pretend. Let's say you're sitting by yourself at an outdoor café, and you spy me—a woman with great legs, walking in your direction. To your frustration, two pedestrians get in the way for a moment, but then you see me clear again. I walk like I've had years of ballet, my feet pointing out. To your delight, I stop and talk with the artist who's been working in front of the café for a moment, then I turn and come close. After a few moments' conversation, you follow me. I tell you I know a secret place I think you'll like. It's an old iron staircase. I know you want to see me f... Show more