Paris was so different. Everyone lady there looked sexy as if there was a fashion show going on. I could feel my trip here would keep me horny through...ut! I think my wife noticed too and winked at me.We check in to our hotel and I was asleep seconds after hitting the bed as I was tired from the long flight.It was one in the morning when my wife Renu woke me up.“Let’s go for a walk.”“Are you mad, Renu? It’s late and I am feeling sleepy.”“Raj, please? It’s the city of romance. Did you come here. "It's still raining outside, sir; you'll want the hood up to protectyour hair." She pulled the hood over my head carefully, arranging itover the curls, and tied a bow in the ribbons. When Jennifer returnedand had been helped into her blue mac, we thanked everyone, and went outinto the rain."First, back to the hotel to leave the shopping, and then let's go tothe cinema."When we got back to our room, I slumped on the bed to relieve my feet,and Jennifer swung my legs over onto the cover. She knelt. Why is it so wrong that I don’t want to bed everyone I meet? Am I the only woman who didn’t like ‘Sex and the City’?’ ‘I do believe you are. Wait, no! Nuns didn’t have a soft spot for it either.’ ‘It’s not like I’m a prude. You know that better than anyone. I just want to wait until I’m married. I want to be able to share myself totally and completely with that person, mentally, emotionally, spiritually, and physically. Not because I’m religious or old-fashioned, but because I feel it’s just. Not that it appeared there were any likely candidates in this restored district. She made a mental note of a store she saw called "Asides". She and MaryAnn didn't need any more art work, but a place that sold candles and scented oils was always welcome. Sally giggled. They certainly ran through their share of both those items.Just then she saw a sign and forgot about candles, oils or any other shop. For tucked in a small corner was a doorway and a small display window. The doorway had a sign.