Basically, the Red Light District in Amsterdam consists of three separate parts, attached to each other. First, there is the most touristy part: windo... after window on either side of a canal, where the most extravagant girls appear behind. This is the showy part of the District, with sex shops, porn cinemas and bars in between the windows. Across the canal, around a famous church, are the slightly less attractive hookers; mostly short, thick women in their forties and fifties, trying to relive. It was getting hard to think now that his hands were on her. Moving casually across her skin, his touch was cool but not corps like. “Are you playing some sort of game with me?” she asked, as his fingers narrowly avoided touching her nipples. “Everything is life is a game.” The shadow prince said “Or perhaps it’s better to look at everything as part of a play. ‘All the world is a stage and we are mealy players…’ You do know Im going to force you to read Shakespeare as part of your education.”. I eventually managed to fall back in to a fitful troubled sleep. I awoke again with the alarm radio at six-forty-five, I felt exhausted. I got up and showered trying to come to terms with my burgeoning sexuality. I'd never been so preoccupied with carnal thoughts and desires before, not even when my hormones were all over the place as a teenager. When I went to my wardrobe, I remembered what Ian had said yesterday. He'd instructed me to wear a skirt and sexy underwear. New anger flared inside. "Darling, I think I'm going to call your boobs Pinky and Perky!" What!" Well, you know the two little pigs in the TV puppet show?" Yes, of course I do!" They are soft and pink and lovable, and they make high pitched squeaking noises." Well, my boobs don't!" They may not squeak themselves, but I bet you that I can make you squeak, just by using my lips on your boobs." I bet you can't!"I won my wager. Julie tried really hard to keep silent, but I'm sorry to say that I cheated a little bit by.