I was a nerd and a tomboy at heart, and Lincoln should learn that sooner rather than later.I was glad I’d decided on the flannel shirt as I stood sh...vering at the entrance. My stomach was doing flips as I began to doubt if I should go through with this. I became so engrossed in my own thoughts that I didn’t notice Lincoln walk up until he gently touched my arm. I jumped slightly and our eyes met; his eyes seemed to light up as they took me in.He was wearing a button-up shirt underneath a black. As it was I had finished earlier than expected and after a quick change I ventured out. Unbeknown to me the hotel we situated on the edge of the Pigalle district which at the time was the Soho of Paris – loads of sex shops, cinemas and a fair few ladies of the night walking round even though it was 4 in the afternoon. Going round I couldn’t help but think how seedy it all was, but hey, what a hypocrite coming from someone who was wanking in public only the night before! After a while I got. Ted thought that would be a great idea. Jerry was up for it and I changed into the dress Ted wanted. Ted picked us up in about half an hour and drove us to that same pool hall.I seemed to get a lot of attention as we entered, even though all of my interesting body parts were covered. I suspect some of these guys might remember me from the first time I was here.Ted looked around and started for the same alcove we played in the first time. The manager intercepted Ted and they had a few quiet. "Seems almost ashame to wear them."Carole shifted in her seat, reaching down to her thighs and tugging onher hold-up stockings. She had considered a garter belt, but didn't wantto risk ruining the line of the beautiful dress she had bought. Orrather, had been bought. After a mad scramble to get ready, she hadspent a lovely two hours in the company of James' secretary Ros, who hadturned out to be the same age as Carole, and who wasn't shy of trying onanything she fancied.Lipstick was next: a.