As she went to push the 'send' buttonPaige looked up, staring at the Parisian scenery rushing by, andrealised immediately that she was on the wrong tr...m- she'dinstinctively got onto the tram going to Jessica's apartment ratherthan the one to her old- or rather, her current- apartment.Paige paused, unsure of what to do- it wouldn't be too much of ahassle to hop off the tram at the next stop, head back to the airportand get on the 'right' tram- it'd only cost Paige about 20 minutes tocorrect her. ’ ‘I’m sorry.’ ‘You should be. You almost let me marry the frog when my prince was right in front of me.’ Martin’s heart skipped a beat when her fingers touched his cheek and he pressed his lips into her palm. ‘Don’t ever do that again. Promise?’ ‘I promise.’ ‘Good. Now dance with me.’ Martin spun her out onto the floor and they joined the other dancers. Chantal had never laughed so much as she did in Martin’s arms. During fast songs, he held her tightly and let her follow his rhythm and on. Hell, by twelve I was fucking guys twice my age, which is why I have two kids at the age of thirty-one. But that’s a different story. As for my son, since he lives with my ex, I only see him for a month or two out of the year, and I won’t make the first move. I f he wants me, he can have me, but it needs to be his idea. Hey, even a slut like me draws a line somewhere. For now, I just needed my pussy licked. I figured I could send my son out to go fishing in the river behind the house. .. I didn’t HAVE a broom closet... Slowly and quietly, I opened the door a bit more and peered in.I pulled my head back from the opening. Nope. Nope, that ain’t right, I thought.I continued into my bedroom and looked to where its wall constrained that side of the closet. I then retreated back into the living room and looked at how its wall would be the boundary for the side of the closet opposite of that. Finally, I poked my head out the window to confirm that the outside wall of the building.