She gave him a small, embarrassed wave back and walked on as an idea popped into her head for what to get him for his birthday. * Norah rifled throu...h her closet holding up a selection of outfits for Mia to help her pick out to wear. The party was that night and after spending the afternoon stocking up on snacks and booze, the girls were now getting ready. Hilde was next door, techno music blaring, whilst getting changed and the boys were busy moving everything around in the living room. . A nanny raised me, my mother had a terminal illness and the doctors could find nothing to ease her pain. My father couldn’t stand to be at home and see his wife dying and she would rather he wasn’t there too, so he spent most of his time at work or at the tavern. When my mother died in 1869, my father hung himself. After that I was raised in a foster home until I was eighteen. I was given my inheritance, which had collected a lot of interest in twelve years. I gave my foster family some of the. But we had no such qualms about the purely physical sex play. Yeah, we kept it secret from others but between ourselves it was very much part of our daily lives. We even sometimes talked about what one of us did with another boy and if we should try it too. In those early years, it was always between just two boys at a time, at least with me and all the boys I knew and did it with. Later, after puberty, I did it two or three times with a couple of boys, twins in fact, but thats a whole story. " Thanks," Robbie giggled nervously."So what do you say?" Robbie's mother asked. "Want to take that beautifulface onto the streets of Paris?" Robbie froze as his mother asked what wasa simple question- playing with make-up in the privacy of a hotel room wasone thing, but heading out in public? That was another ball game entirely."Umm, I-" Robbie stammered. "I, umm, I'd need to shave my legs first, Imean, and, umm, I'd need-" Tell you what," Robbie's mother said, calming her child down..