Nancy sat alone at a small outdoor table on the wide Boulevard St Germain, nursing her second glass of Beaujolais. She watched as people on foot came and went in the late afternoon sunlight. Her legs, tanned and toned, were spread shoulder width beneath the table top. She wore a very short black skirt topped by a cream-colored cashmere sweater. Most of the people were on their way home after a day's work, their minds occu...