She hesitated, and a guy (the asshole from the dinner) came around the corner dressed in just a pair of athletic shorts and asked who I was.I got even...madder, I told the asshole I was the fiancé and asked Louise what was going on. She said nothing. I grabbed her and took the ring off and told her that the wedding was off. I let asshole know that she was a cheater. She started crying and I just turned and went home.I got a phone call from Frank and asked what I did to make Louise cry.I told him. C'est a ce moment l? qu'ildu affronter sa logeuse.Madame Burgaux ?tait une rombi?re vulgaire qui avait h?rit? de son veufd'une modeste maison de g?te, crasseuse et mis?rable, mais qui ?tait toutde m?me un ton au-dessus des bouges du Paris sordide des plus pauvres.Elle avait 2 filles aussi grosses et laides que des pourceaux que Charless'?tait amus? ? courtiser lorsqu'il ?tait encore heureux de sa fortune.Les deux laiderons avaient ador? cette cour si ?l?gante qui les faisaitglousser stupidement. "Chloe?" she suggested."Why Chloe?" No particular reason. It's a nice name. And I think it suits him...I mean her. And it'll be easy to remember - for him...her and for us."As I wasn't planning to dress like this beyond the weekend, that hardlyseemed an important consideration. But then I suppose I had broughtthe subject up in the first place. So Chloe it was.The evening went much like the night before, and again for reasons Icould not and can not explain, I felt the tensions ease in the. But Janice turned her head away at the last second and pushed me away."New tradition," she said, "one more suitable for your new status." What's that?" I asked, worried."On your knees," she said, imperiously.Hesitantly, I dropped to my knees before her.Janice raised the hem of her short skirt. She was wearing stockings and garters, I realized. When had she started to do that? "Now, give me your kiss, right here!" Janice pointed to the crotch of her panties which bulged slightly over her pubic.