Small restaurant on the penthouse looked cosy. It was decorated with pink and blue ribbons and balloons - the colours of fashion collection just shown downstairs. Everything here was pink and blue including tablecloths, china, and girls who were still wearing their podium outfit.

'Wow, cool!' Jeff was impressed. 'I don't think taxpayers would approve this kind of spending by MI5 though.'

'The good thing is they'll never know,' I said as we approached the girls table. 'I'm sure you can keep secrets of state, can't you? And now let me introduce you to the prettiest creatures in this world.' And I named all the girls. 'Ladies, please meet a very old friend of mine Longi... sorry, Jeff who is obviously shocked to see all this beauties around him.'

That was true: Jeff couldn't believe his eyes.

'You... You didn't lie,' he mumbled when he regained ability to talk. 'Girls, I must admit, you're gorgeous!'

We drunk, ate, talked, and laughed - it really was a marvellous evening. The only fly in the ointment was a sight of Breta's foot, which came out from beneath of table once. No, the foot itself was wonderful, but there was a casual shoe rather than high-heeled pumps she was wearing during the show.

Nevertheless, I decided to stay cool and took an active part in conversation. Girls kept gossiping, vine was excellent, and the nice evening was ever nicer thanks to a professional band. At some moment, musicians stopped their jazz exercises and started to play a smooth mellow melody. Immediately, Jeff woke up, rose on his feet, and stretched his hand towards Breta: 'May I?'

I saw an impression of uncertainty in her eyes, and her words that followed made me recall the story she told in TV studio: 'I'm not sure...' As if she was afraid to offend Jeff, she hurried to add, 'I'm kind of tall, you know...'

'Great!' laughed Jeff. 'I'm tall too as you can see, and it's so hard to find a matching dance partner in this country. Let's show them what the real Europeans' height is!'

'Well, I really don't know...' Breta was still doubtful, but Jeff couldn't wait any longer: 'We're gonna miss a lovely melody!'

Lisa smiled broadly. Jeff, however, wasn't smiling at all. His face was slowly stretching down as he was seeing his dance partner was stretching up.

'It can't be true!' he exclaimed once Breta gained her fool height.

'It is true,' I laughed. 'You see, it was the second time tonight that you didn't believe a nice person. And in both cases, you appeared to be wrong. Maybe you should reconsider your attitude towards people?'

But Longie didn't understand jokes at the time. He stared at Breta as if she was an alien or even aliens' spacecraft.

'Please, don't,' he almost cried when she moved to sit down. 'I see, we can't dance, but can we at least compare our heights? I've never ever imagined a girl to be this tall!'

'You're not alone then,' Lisa still smiled. 'And, by the way, don't think you're the only one to ask Breta a comparison.'

'Lisa, please!' her taller friend was seemingly relieved: she was going to do something she got used to. 'Of course Jeff, we can compare our heights. How tall are you?'

'Six-five... And you?'

'Eight feet something with these heels.'

'Eight?!' He gasped and turned his back towards Breta. So did her.

That was awesome! The top of long tall Longie who considered being near a giant wasn't even up to the young lady's armpit! He turned his head a little and stared in disbelief at her hip at the level of his shoulders. In fact, I was sure, he wasn't the only person who stared; undoubtedly, the whole restaurant was attracted to the scene, but, not willing to miss a thing, I didn't care to look around.

'Breta, you truly are amazing!' Jeff didn't try to hide his admiration. 'Do you mind if I rise on my tiptoes to see where I will be up to then?'

'I can tell you - up to my chin,' she obviously was having fun. 'But you're free to give it a try.'

Jeff was quick to prove that Breta was wrong in her calculations: he rose up and stretched his body to a limit but still couldn't reach higher than her neck.

'Amazing! Amazing!' seemed like his vocabulary shrank dramatically.

It took 40 minutes or so for our company to forget about what just happened and change topic.

Jeff returned to his normal surprisingly soon. As he did, he engaged Rosa for a dance. Now, with the Argentinean girl, shortest of the group, slightly taller than his lips, he felt confident and kept dancing with her tune after tune after tune.

The couple didn't seem to be tired even after half an hour. Breta, in contrary, did.

'Something wrong?' I was keen to return her good mood.

'No, no, I'm ok.'

'I'm afraid, you're not. Is there anything I could do for you?'

'No, J, thank you,' and once again she glanced at the dancing couple.

'You liked Jeff and now feel jealous?' I stood motionless awaiting the answer.

'Not at all... Well, he's a nice guy, and I like him, but not the way you meant.'

'What then?' As I caught her look at Rosa and Jeff again, I tried a wildest guess: 'Do you wanna dance?'

'No... I mean...' now the tone of Breta voice wasn't too convincing...

'Yes, you do! Actually, I'd love to dance with you, and the only reason why I'm sitting still is that you just rejected Jeff who is much taller than I am, so I thought...'

Suddenly Breta burst to laugh. 'You think I rejected him because of the height difference? Stupid you: if I was ashamed of things like this I would never dance at all, would I? Have you ever seen a guy tall enough to be my 'proper' waltz partner?'

She paused a little. 'I just didn't want to dance with HIM.'

That clearly was a signal. I stood up and gave her my hand. 'Miss, may I?'

'Yes, sir,' she took my hand and smiled broadly as she began to stand up.

The whole process of me looking down on her face in first instance, than straight horizontally, then up, up, up, and finally vertically up - the whole process was so unbelievable that I prefer to miss if here - there's simply no way I could describe it.

The most exciting thing however was when she finally stopped to rise.

My hand was still in hers, and she slowly put it on her hip. It was the first time I touched her body, and I felt like being hit by electricity. Somehow I managed to unstuck my eyes off this sexiest lower stomach of hers which was as high as my shoulders, and craned my neck only to see two relatively small and perfectly round breasts above my head. I couldn't see her face because of them but I knew she was smiling: I judged on the tone of her voice: 'Are you sure, you're gonna make a right step, partner?'

I didn't answer; all I could do was to nod - hoping that she could see at least top of my head.

'Don't be so tense then,' advised her charming voice from the skies. 'Though I must admit, it's hard to relax under all these looks.'

Being utterly lost in my sense of feeling the luxurious body next to and above me, I absolutely forgot that we weren't alone there. Breta turned to be more vigilant, and she wasn't enjoying experience of being narrowly watched. All of a sudden, I realized, we weren't moving anymore. Nearly lowering on her knees, Breta whispered in my ear, 'Sorry J, I love to dance with you, really, but I can't stand all those looks, I'm afraid. Will you forgive me, if we'll sit down and have some drinks?'

She was right. As I looked around, I myself felt very uncomfortable and annoyed: what the hell all these people are waiting for? Then a brilliant idea came into my mind. 'Yes Breta, I totally agree. But I haven't filled my wish to dance with you. So, what do you think about getting upstairs and continue in my room? As far as I remember, there's a hi-fi up there, and I promise not to offend you by any means.'

'As if you could,' she smiled happily. 'Ok, let's escape!'

Of course, we couldn't leave unnoticed. I mean, she could not. But the party was almost over and nobody asked any questions.