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There I sat, on the airplane, flying home. For the first time in six years I was back. God! I'd missed this place. The flight from London was long and boring and I was too excited to sleep. Of course, I was still on London time, eight hours difference was going to be tough to get used to. I couldn't wait to see Jessica. We met in high school, she a lowly sophomore, and me the big senior on campus.

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After my rather drunken night, I was a little apprehensive about going down to breakfast and seeing James the young waiter or Henri the barmen, with whom hubby Tom had shared me the previous night. All sorts of thoughts went through my mind - that it would be all over the hotel, that having had a bit of fun with an older woman they would treat me as a bit of a joke or a slut.

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