The thud of my boots on the pavement and the incessant chirping of the birds in the trees overhead were the only sounds to be heard as I strolled thro...gh the Bois de Boulogne. I smoked contentedly and as I walked toward the Metro I saw the Champs Elysees framed by the rising sun and grinned. Life just didn't get much better than this.When I was seated on the Metro I slumped into my seat, stared out the window and thought about events after the gig in Grange Villa.The meeting in London had gone. Pat seemed to match her with his jeans, t-shirt and sneakers. Sitting down Poi said, 'Should we order a bottle of wine?', 'Yeah, why not!' Pat said as he left the ordering to Poi was no different than Jan, anything to do with food she was the authority and not to be reckoned with! While they waited for the food Poi wanted to take the chance to explain more about who she was to Pat. She began with how she knew at a very early age that she was a girl stuck in a boys body. She had an elder. I stumble over to the door grabbing my white robe so as not to scare the person at the door. As I opened the door a new pounding started on to the wall next to us. We were confused, until we heard the moan following the pounding sound. The couple had apparently started fucking in the hallway and against our door. They managed to get into their room before they got any more serious. The pounding grew louder and louder as did the moans of orgasm. After 10 loud minutes of straight fucking we both. Usually she wore leotards, but there wasn’t much sense in pulling them on now. She had always wanted to do her exercises naked anyway, and it had been a dream of hers to be watched as she contorted and twisted her body in front of someone.She showered, something she always did before exercising. Coming from the shower naked, dried, she decided to use the living room instead of her bedroom. Tony was in the living room, anyway. When she came in naked, he looked up at her. In his lap was a book.