‘There’s a lot to tell.’ ‘I won’t say what you want to hear.’ Jo rested her chin on her knees. ‘How do you know what I want to hear?’ ...e caught her gaze as he got off of the floor. His legs were cramping up from the curve they had to do to fit between the couch and the TV stand. She scoffed, ‘You want me to tell you what happened. Probably want me to cry, don’t you? I won’t do that. You won’t get that out of me. It’s off limits to you.’ ‘I can’t do that. You’re disappointed enough, for now.’ Jo. ”As I stepped closer to her I said, “I know, but I kind of figure what happens in broke down elevators is kind of “off the record”. “Kind of like the phrase what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.”By this point I was inches from her and I grabbed her ass and pulled her to me.“Well, I guess I see it your way,” she said as I began to kiss her neck and nibble on her ear lobe. My hands caressed her body as I grinded up against her and kissed her lips. I slipped the straps of her dress off of her. 'Are you sure you want to?'She answered this question by kissing me.The apartment was a medium sized one situated on the fourth floor of the complex. When we entered I saw it possessed a kitchen cum sitting-room and two bed-rooms. The Parisian equivalent of a student flat. But much cleaner then any Student flat I had been in. It had a good view of the Latin Quarter and while Eva went to the bathroom I took off my jacket and peered out the window for several minutes watching the anonymous people. I was shocked because I wore the inappropriate dress in front of him. He smiled and said, “Won’t you welcome me in?” I said him to come in and he sat on the couch and said “Thanks for taking care of his son and helping him in stress and pain”. It felt weird because he didn’t say about studies but said about stress and pain. He removed his tie and said, “I am also in pain and stress would you do the same thing that you did to my son which helped him get good marks” I was confused and said What??.