Somehow the thought of him seeing her naked or even partially undressed was intolerable. As she brushed her teeth she observed herself in the mirror. Her gray eyes looked sadly back at her, but other than that she seemed composed. ‘You have no regrets,’ she told her reflection. And she didn’t. Michael Wainwright had given her a precious gift. London had opened her eyes. It had made her aware that there were other worlds out there. And unlike with her reading, which had introduced her to many different locales and ways of life, this trip had inserted her into the picture in a way she never had been before. Lying beside Michael she had realized that she didn’t have to go back. There was something exciting and at the same time deeply calming about London. She liked the street life, the pubs, the little cafés and the friendly transport system. The low rise buildings, the beautiful architecture and the wonderful parks made it…she searched for the word. Comfortable?
