Weeks passed.  Jean and Calista spent a lot of time together.  He showed her much of Paris which very few got to see even with as long a lifespan as Calista had already lived.  The City of Lights... the City of Love.<br/><br/>Jean had spent a lot of time getting to know this sweet lilly haired beauty.  She was so<em>alluring</em>... and yet so<em>allusive</em>.  These attributes paired together could be maddening.  There was something she wasnt telling him.  A recent loss, perhaps... a jealous, hopefully much older lover of means.  Some mystery creased her smile such that only someone as attuned to the ways of women and detail as an artist like Jean could notice.  She would open more to him as she felt more comfortable was all he could think.  Or she would disappear like any tourist and take her secret with her.  He could only try...<br/><br/>Being as mysterious as the French artist could be, he brought her out on a rare excursion away from the city he loved so much.  Jean had tried his hand as fishing as well as tourist yaughting... neither of which he excelled too well at.  He had made friends along the way, though.  Friends who still would do him a favor for a person work of art to be commisioned later, of course.  He was an up and comming artist... that much was agreed upon by most of Jean's friends.  He had chartered a small motorized yacht.  He was going to take her around the capes of France along the great Atlantic.  He had champaign and other gormet foods which she seemed to like for them to share.  Today he would take thier relationship to the next level and<em>help</em>her to open up to him.<br/><br/>Piloting around the shores and rocks with music playing in the background, the seas just a bit choppy for his tastes.  Jean enjoyed his view of the wonderfully open sea on one side... the beautiful beaches along one side... and his beautiful companion dressed a bit more relaxed then normal.  He had aquired a few bits of clothing for her.  All of them perfectly sized and colored for her... although they were all quite a bit more revealing then she normally liked to wear her garments.  Especially her lovely white hair.<br/><br/>Dressed pretty well himself in khaki shorts and a white relaxed shirt and hat, Jean smoked his 'inspiration cigarette' as he called his small stash of weed he had brought for the trip.  Looking over at Calista, he couldnt help comment.<em>"Looking good, my dear.  Perhaps you could... refill the Captain's glass."</em>He enjoyed tossing around the tittle.  In truth he was just busy steering and wanted to get a better look at his lovely companion as she arose and approached him.  He had plans for them later.