” -Ernest Hemingway, "For Whom the Bell Tolls"***June 1, 1944, Paris: 1,440 days under occupation.The streetlamp flickered, but did not go out. A pa...r of uniforms lurked on the sidewalk up ahead. Riquet's feet wavered, but if they saw him run away they’d surely chase, so he kept walking, readying his identity card and mentally referring to a list of excuses for being out late. He plucked at his priest's collar; it was useful on these occasions. Even the Germans knew that too many priests in the. Placing a bowl of cherries and strawberries in the fridge, for those who prefer a different type of snacking. Turning quickly, almost forgetting the olives. With everything at the bar set and between orders, I check the thermostat for the tub. Taking a casual stroll out, across the room, bringing a tubber or two something to ease away the days’ stress. I find myself at the closet. Pulling clean towels and robes out… leaving them out on the bench. Returning to my station, taking a moment to. She then told me that she had been to an adults only resort once with someone that she thought she was going to marry, but that it had proved to be so enlightening for her that she just didn’t want to tie herself to one man, at least not yet. I asked just how enlightening it had been, and she rather coyly lowered her eyes, and told me that she had been swimming naked in the pool late one night, as her partner had already gone to bed after a bit too much wine, and she was joined by two older. She looked at the men and said "Do you like my young cunt? You like to see me fuck my hole for you? Want to taste my cum. I bet you want to lick my pussy. You love young pussy don't you old men? You don't like old cunt, you like a nice young tight cunt. See how my fingers go deep? It feels so good. So much cum for you."She then pushed a finger in Bob's mouth and let him lick her cum. She smiled and said to him "you love the taste of young cunt. Here taste more." She then stood and went to him.