When she asked how she changed it her friend smiled and said the internet. “You need to go out and look at the porn and see what makes you hot and w...en you see it go do it!”For the last month Lisa had gone out each night and watched various kinds of porn. She had seen things that she had never even thought of before. There was interracial sex, gangbangs, and girl on girl sex. There were huge cocks, cheating wives and cougars. The one thing that caught her attention was something that surprised. PJ had found out quite a bit about the record label that he hadn't let on during our phone conversation. They were a decent sized Jazz/Blues/Folk label based in the centre of Paris. The head of Cypres Records, Sylvain Dutronc was a thin be speckled man with a ponytail and an absolute music fanatic. In his early forties Dutronc had grown up around music, his uncle being the legendary French troubadour Jacques Dutronc. Sylvain it turned out was a huge fan of American blues music, particularly. “You’re going to use Magic, aren’t you?” I asked, as I checked the forge to ensure that it was cooling down and the fire was going out.“Not exactly, but I believe that you will find the operation interesting,” she told me.“Should I bring Grace?” I asked.“Yes, I believe so. It’s time that all of you knew about this,” she answered, and I went to get Grace from the house while Robert joined his Wife. I noticed that he was carrying something.By the time Grace and I joined them, they had been joined. Showered and dressed, he went downstairs to get some breakfast. Hi Jess, his brother and sister said to him, almost in unison. Hi, he replied back. After eating breakfast, he went back upstairs to brush his teeth. Then he came downstairs again and went to see his mother. Jess always went to his mothers room and said good morning to her before leaving for school. Why he still did, he wasnt sure. He had become so distant, there was no real connection left. Probably just out of habit, he told.