." You -- you didn't..." Alex said, in a stage whisper.Georgie managed to get a word in edgewise. "What are you talking about?"All three of her sister... stopped talking and stared at her for a second. Simultaneously, they all blushed a deep red."What is it," Georgie demanded. "What -- oh, God, no, it's about me, isn't it? It must be, because none of you will look me in the eye. But -- John? John's having an affair? I can't believe it!" No, it's not John," Frankie said, quickly."Then who? What?. You will just disappear. Do you hear me!?” At this point I slap her hard, hard enough to let her know I mean business. “Now, we only have a little time, here’s is what you are going to do. Get on your fucking knees, pull those big ass tits out of that bikini and suck my cock, you fucking whore.”She looks at me with disgust, but also fear. I can see that my message was received, but she is also confused, because the man standing before her now is nothing like she thought. I slap her again and. Merci Monsieur à votre santé! Hmm, bon vin!Your French is without any accent! Alors vous parlez le Français avec ta mère chez vous évidemment?Tout le temps en faite, vous aussi sens aucune accent Hollandais! We chat in French for a whileI tell her how I learned proper French from french friends at visits of fortnights or longer thereGladly I return to the theme of the party: Wonder with her if the studio would suit as a location?Hard to predict if Petra wil be back in time, but you three are. All the time we were talking, her eyes were downcast but flicking up and down, looking at this naked guy standing in front of her. Finally, her eyes settled on my privates. I have to admit, she could not have been all that impressed. Truth is, I’m only average sized. So what she said next really stunned me.“Sir, would it be alright if I helped you dry off? Please, sir?”I couldn’t believe my ears. She wanted to what?“You want to what?” I said.“Can I help you, sir, please?”“Well, okay,” I said,.