Jeanne Noel picked me up in her little foreign car.  We were at the top of a hill, and instead of following the street down the hill, she turned off and started down on the grass.  It was very steep, and I was alarmed.  I protested, and she stopped right away.  I was afraid she wouldn't be able to back up on such a steep slope, but she was.  When we got to her apartment, it was about 10 p.m.  I went with her to the door, but didn't assume I would be invited in, because she didn't say anything about it.  Nevertheless, I followed her inside.  Don't remember what ensued immediately, but eventually she asked if we could have a "one-hour honeymoon."  I said yes, and she lay down and removed her pants or skirt-not her panties or her top-and I began caressing her.    When it was time for me to leave (France), I arrived at a train station with my ticket.  It was almost time for my train to depart, so I had to hurry.  By some stroke of luck, I took a door which led me directly to the trains without having to go through baggage check or security or anything, thus saving some time.  But the first trains I found were not mine.  I told an employee "Ce n'est pas mon train" and showed him the ticket, and he told me to go downstairs to a different level.  When I got there, I saw my train-like a Metro train with the doors open.  Just as I saw it, it started to move slowly forward, the doors still open.  It wasn't far, and I thought I could run across the platform and hop in before the doors closed, but my sleeve caught briefly on a railing, and before I could disentangle it, the train was moving faster, and I knew I couldn't possibly make it.  I was really frustrated at missing it so closely.  I decided I would have to get a taxi to the airport, but doubted that it would get there in time, and I wasn't even sure which airport I was going to.