Henri is a good friend, and I was happy to help him out when he needed the afternoon off. Tuesdays are always very quiet. I know because I someti...es slip in for a blanc sec. This particular Tuesday was no exception with myself behind the bar, and just two other women sitting at the bar, nobody else. I assumed they worked the local hotels – you know the kind of thing, chambre avec oreiller. This is the euphemism for a room with a girl (not a pillow as the words say!). Paris at the. "We snuck back into the house. When I woke up the next morning, the only guilt I had was because we had spied on you guys. I'm really sorry about that. Anyway, we talked about it and decided that we both had enjoyed it and wanted to do it again. So we have, almost every night this week."As Nancy finished her narrative, it was evident that what she had said affected the rest of the group. Mandy and Traci both were revealing very stiff nipples through their thin shirts and the outline of Greg's. Celeste was a brunette, hair so dark black that it was almost blue. She wore it short, just below her shoulder blades. It cascaded down and looked soft and sweet to the touch. I didn’t know; I’d never touched Celeste in my life. Not even a friendly hug or a New Years’ kiss. Well, to be completely accurate, the one time I had touched her was was still fresh in my mind, no matter how hard I tried to forget. Standing beside her at her desk, trying to show her how to work a new program I’d written,. A few even winked playfully at him ... and one of them was even brazen enough to quickly blow him a kiss. All of the girls, though lowered their eyes to their shoes, though, as they reached the door ... and as they also reached their professor's withering stare of disapproval. As the last of her students filed out of the classroom, Helen reached for the door, firmly closing it behind all of them."Alone at last," Helen said softly, as she watched the last of her students exit her classroom..