Sharing the drink was a good start. I hadn't thought about what I would be doing later in the day yet, but I was sure that sharing a drink with this woman might lead to an interesting adventure. There was a cool breeze blowing in off the water in this small seaside town, and her blonde hair was fluttering just the slightest bit. The smells coming out of the kitchen were mixing with the sea air in such a way that I was reminded of spending weekends at my grandmothers beach house when I was little. The smell of the bread, the steaks, the sounds of the kitchen. They were all a good setting for the start of something.. interesting. She lifted the glass and took a sip. She smiled a half smile that said she had ideas on making mischief with me. Little did I know, that the mischief would bring me to a different town in a different country, several months later. It started innocently enough with this drink. That a walk through the town, window shopping the local retailers. We progressed to a walk down near the water talking of where we were from, how our lives were going, what our plans were. I can see now that she was only giving me half truths, peppered stories of her adventures in her secret life. By the time dinner had been consumed, and the plates were taken away, the groundwork was layed. We were going to rent a car and drive up the coast to see her "friend" a few towns over. We could stay there a night and go where the wind took us the next day. Her friends house was small, but furnished with things one might find in a city further inland. TV, kitchen, appliances were all of the highest quality. The bed we shared that night was so large, we could have had two more people with us.
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