The trust of the innocent is the liar's most useful tool. Stephen King

NAUGHTY BUT NICE

SYDNEY (THE ROCKS) AUSTRALIA

The Eyes are the window to your soul William Shakespeare

VERSAILLES FRANCE

She craved a solid presence beside her. Fingertips light at the nape of her neck and a voice meeting hers in the dark. Someone who would wait with an umbrella to walk her home in the rain, and smile like sunshine when he saw her coming. Who would dance with her on her balcony, keep his promises and know her secrets, and make a tiny world wherever he was, with just her and his arms and his whisper and her trust.