#98527 - Steve” and she clinked glasses, smiling, and as I drank I looked at her more closely: she was, of course, younger than Liem, maybe 22-23, and petite; short and slim and well, like every young woman I seemed to meet these days, beautiful and – well, sexy, let’s be honest! She was wearing a white blouse, with ruffles covering her cleavage where buttons didn’t, and a navy-blue skirt which was currently riding above her knee as she had crossed her foot under her other leg on the seat, leaning towards me; as indeed was my foot crossed and resting on the seat also, putting my left knee close to her right thigh. They knew I could, but were surprised at my conversational ability in Vietnamese, and we smiled and joked they need be careful what they say about me within earshot. “Can you wait for me a moment, while I go also – can you come just down here?” I agreed, as a gentleman would, and followed her lithe, swaying figure further down the corridor.