“Hallo?” “You snore.” “And you steal all the covers. What time did you leave?” “Sixty-thirty. You looked like a toppled Greek statue lying there. Only some tourist had swiped for fig leaf. I was tempted to wake you up.” “I miss you already.” “You are going to miss something else. Have you looked in the bathroom yet?” “Why?” “I took your bottle of Paco Rabanne cologne.” “What on earth are you going to do with it… give it to a secret lover you´ve got stashed away in San Francisco?” “I´m going to take some and rub it on my body when I go to bed tonight. And then I´m going to remember every little thing about you… and last night.” “Do you know what your voice is doing to me?” “You aren´t the only one with imagination. I´ve got to go, they´re calling my flight. I´ll be back Tuesday. Can I bring you anything?” “My Paco Rabanne. And a fig leaf.” Pay-off: A cologne for men what is remembered is up to you.