She walked slowly down the stairs gazing

She walked slowly down the stairs gazing at the door. She couldn't exactly remember how it had all happened, or why. She only knew that there was nothing she could do now; there wa

a robust tingle in her throat to yell out "Wait don't go!" but to her surprise he had already disappeared into the misty night. Had she lost the only guy she had ever loved?

Maybe. She wouldn't know for a long time. She didn't see him again until 10 years later when they were both in France on a vacation. They were very surprised to see one another

since they'd both hated the French. They'd been the first to join the freedom fry revolt at the congressional cafeteria. Their chance encounter 10 yrs. later at the top of the Eiff

-el Cafe which is a restaurant next to the tower, they looked up at the tower and then saw the long line and said forget it. They hated the french, but they were Lazy Americans. So

they went to Paris McDonald's and ordered two Le Big Macs, two large fry, two large Cokes, two apple pie, and paid with American dollars, thank you very much. Pierre brought the fo

toshopped pictures to them. They blanched. That tryst in the Bois de Boulogne with Mademoiselles Fifi and Fufu would be all over Facebook if they didn't cough up large denomination

al theology advocating french kissing as the official greeting of Canadian diplomats from now on. Fifi and Fufu insisted. It was blackmail, but they had to comply. The French govt.

members weren't pleased that they had to french-kiss their english fellows. But they did it for the sake of diplomacy. After all, they were always curious

- were the English as pasty-tasting as they looked, or beneath the doughy surface did something tasty (not boiled they hoped!) lie?