I was due to meet with him at a club where he worked and then stay with himfor a few days whilst deciding whether to find a job in Paris or returnhome...to England.The taxi driver did not seem to understand my request for him to take me toPigalle and I knew it wasn't my french which was the problem. It turnedout he was Romanian.I wrote it down for him but when we reached the Place de la Concorde, whichI had seen pictures of, I realised I had to get out a map because I knew weshould be nowhere. .and here it is.---I took a long, slow deep breath and pushed the button. The five or sixseconds that I waited for a response felt like two or three millionyears. "Yes?" Hi, is Jackie there?" I said through the speaker."Um, who is this?" My name is Chase." Ok, Chase is it? Who are you and what do you want with Jackie at thishour?" Well, um...could I..." my voice cracked, "talk with her face to face,it's kind of private." Listen Chase, I'm not in the habit of letting men I don't know in tospeak. She had bought a couple of sex aids online from Ann Summers and would lie naked in bed gently playing till she orgasmed ,Lately she had been turned on by watching herself in the mirror as she slowly brought herself to a climax .There was nothing like the real thing though and there didnt seem much chance of that .At 40 she still felt sexy and was in good shape .Kate lay back in bed and began to fantasise. Running her fingers over her body and down between her legs .She turned on the vibrator. "About a half hour later there was a knock at my door and I let Virginia (Tammy's Mom) in, and we adjourned to the kitchen. I fixed us both a cup of coffee and we sat down at the table. She sat there, silent for a while, sipping her coffee with a pensive look on her face. She set the cup down and after folding her hands, she started to speak."Greg, I've noticed that Tammy's been acting strange the past few weeks. Yesterday when she came home from your house, she seemed to be in a daze, walking.