Posted by Derek Mansfield on 21 October 2016 | 0 Comments
	
		
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I dried the champagne from the left foot first; sheathed in a silky fishnet stocking it took far too few moments to complete.
A champagne glass, not mine, had been accidentally knocked and tilted; the liquid spilling across the table cloth and down onto to my conversation partner’s foot.
I dried the glossy high-heeled shoe. The foot again, placed and sliding safely in the shoe.
Champagne refreshed, conversation renewed in English with a light and delicious French accent. 
You may wish to ask what a Tango Club, even if it is positioned near the banks of a small but exquisite river city in the far west of Brittany, has to with Adventure Motorcycling.
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