Inevitably his gaze was drawn to the women who strolled past him. Their coats covering them up for the most part, yet still there were plenty of long lovely legs to admire.
Somehow, in spite of the spectacular view, his thoughts segued to his partner.
Illya was on assignment in Mexico, and Napoleon could just imagine all the lovely señoritas the man was ignoring. That reminded Solo to have another long talk with his Russian friend about paying closer attention to the fairer sex.
He found himself missing his partners presence, though not his snide comments about the American’s eating habits when it came to hot dogs, especially with onions...or girl watching for that matter.
A voice called the agent from his daydreaming…
“Well if it isn’t Napoleon Solo. I see your gastronomic tastes haven’t improved,” there was a tinge of sarcasm to the woman’s voice.
“Hello Sylvia...slumming, dear? I didn’t think parks were your thing? ” He kept his voice void of any emotion; his riposte not missing a beat to her insulting observation.
Her name was Sylvia Van de Veer, a New York Socialite he’d had the displeasure of dating for a while in his younger days. As always she was impeccably dressed, an apricot colored silk scarf draped around her throat and her designer hat strategically dipped below one eye as she looked down at him, both literally and figuratively.
Do you think I mind
He did it again, intervened when I was about to kiss her, turning the woman towards him as if I were not even there.
Not that I really wanted to kiss her, she was not exactly my type, but she needed to be given the confidence she needed to seduce the guard.
when you tell me what to do
You tell me I need to play the field more, but that is just not me. I cannot go from bed to bed like you. I need something more, it has to be meaningful, something that would last for more than at least a night...
Eventually she would tire of me, not being around and I would be tossed aside I suppose, but for a while we would have something significant.
and you set off alone
You who are off with a different woman each night, should not judge me. I am content with my life and with the women in it and the way things are.
When I make love to a woman, it needs to feel permanence for as long as I can keep it that way...
LONDON — “We will remember them,” says the “Ode of Remembrance” recited around the world each Armistice Day.
Hundreds of Britons took the message to heart Monday, attending the funeral of a 99-year-old former World War II airman they had never met.
Harold Jellicoe Percival died Oct. 25 at a nursing home in Lytham St Annes, northwest England, with no immediate family or close friends still alive.
A funeral home placed an advertisement in the local newspaper asking military personnel to attend the service so his passing would not go unmarked.
The ad was taken up on Twitter, and several hundred soldiers, veterans and civilians gathered at a crematorium Monday to pay respects to Percival, who served as ground crew with Royal Air Force Bomber Command during the war. Scores of people who could not fit inside the chapel stood outside in the rain.
“You have come in numbers surpassing anything that was expected,” said the Rev. Alan Clark, who led the funeral service. “Not because you knew him, but because each of us has a common humanity.”
Monday is the anniversary of the end of World War I, on Nov. 11, 1918. The funeral began at 11 a.m., 95 years to the hour after the 1918 armistice.
Mourners observed a two-minute silence for victims of war before Percival’s coffin, draped in a blue RAF flag, was carried into the crematorium chapel to the strains of the “Dambusters March.” Percival worked as ground crew for the squadron that carried out a daring raid on German dams in 1943.
The service included a reading of “The Lord’s Prayer,” singing of the hymn “Jerusalem” and the sounding of “The Last Post” bugle call.
“It was completely overwhelming, something we did not expect at all, this huge turnout,” said Lorraine Holt, matron of the nursing home. “We have lots of veterans at the home and each and every one of them should be remembered like this.”