”Lexi looked up at Brand “I would appreciate you not towering over me like that also I don’t know what good it would do my talking to Bitsy” B...and moved back down a step “she stopped talking to them because of what happened between you and your father and Grandmother, that’s why I thought if you talked to Bitsy it might make a difference” Brand had second thoughts about being there and asking the favor of Lexi when he saw the deep hurt flash across her face.“So I ruined a long friendship too”. He hadn't expected them to be on the European continent, not that they confided their travel itinerary to him.He had a small third-story flat in the seventh arrondissement. It was a walkup built just before the turn of the century that consisted of a kitchen, two rooms and a bathroom. The windows were taller than he was. It had been his home of the previous nine months. His neighbor was the widow of an assistant curator at the Louvre. When he was in town, she would invite him for tea or wine in. It wasn't as if I had asked for a Salinger, Blume or LaVey."Yes, it's called 'Yendi'," I said repeating myself. "It's the second book of Steven Brust's 'Jhereg' series." I'm sure we have 'Jhereg' on the shelf," she said nervously as she turned to her computer. "We have several good copies of 'Yendi', but they are in our used book warehouse," she noted. "I can get them here for you in the morning."The book was light reading fantasy fiction. Her nervousness was odd."Sadly, tomorrow will be too. I returned to my room to do some quick personal hygiene. I then put on a new outfit for Louis, a matching baby-blue bra and knickers set. It was a satin push-up underwire bra, which created an incredibly deep cleavage around my already enormous breasts. The G-string satin panties were tiny but provided real coverage in front and had the words SEXY BABE written in cursive. I re-applied my make-up, opting for my go-to ‘natural’ look, free of mascara and liner and with the use of only subtle.