Monsieur Platini watched as she exited the bakery, ogling her undulating hip accentuated saunter until Madame Platini fussed through with another tray...of pain-au-chocolat.Grace’s fame was known in the village but no one bothered about it and few tourists ventured into the area as it wasn’t a particularly attractive village. Even with her trademark shaven head and big earrings, no one approached her. She wore no glamorous make up, no outrageously high stilettos and no tight revealing clothes.. But then again, she had never claimed to be good. She was only a couple of stops from the glittering skysc****rs of downtown, and the famous festivals, but she might as well been in another continent all together. Run-down houses, boarded windows, worn out old wrecks of cars and neon glow of cheap bars and strip clubs, the difference to the areas she was accustomed to was huge. Then she saw the red neon sign she had been looking for, and her heart started beating harder: Captain Jack's bar.. Mine was named something else and I continued to wait while this bus was kept there for other Passengers. After 5 minutes, I got a call from the bus operators asking where I am at. I said I am waiting for my bus here and bus is yet to be reached. They said, Bus is waiting here and we are waiting for you to start. To my surprise, it was the same bus and I ran to it and got in.The big surprise, I got the seat which was adjacent to the girl I met outside and it turned to be a big shocking surprise. .”“She demands to be fucked properly.”“Yeah. Exactly. Finally getting real pleasure from it is part of it. I think I might have turned on her inner nymphomaniac. But I think her insisting you do to her what she needs maybe made her braver. No longer sitting back and letting someone fuck her and it ending up frustrating her.”“Taking control. I liked that. I like that with Rachel.”“With Sam?”“Nah. She just wanted to fuck. And she’d suck me whenever I wanted. But ... I think she just liked being.