Provocateur at heart I asked Lola if she realized she had reached Paris on a stranger for a night and the potential risk that this could represent. Sh... answered with great confidence in his voice that a friend with whom Paris knew she was, and where she could also be accommodated and also told me that she feared me absolutely not. She took care of me set in this statement. I smiled, nodding of the head, pointing out that it therefore had a fallback solution in case I was a vile satyr, a madman. My friend was busy chatting elsewhere, and I drunkenly, invited them both back to my house for drinks. I knew instantly, that this was a move on my part that was going to change the evening into one that I was perhaps, unsure of. We walked the short distance to my house laughing along the way. When we arrived I got us some beers and we sat around listening to music and smoking some ciggies. The conversation was about the fact that theses guys were in relationships that. He seemed angry and yelled at my boyfriend but didn’t mention it to my mom. Fast forward to now. My mom and stepdad split a year ago and he got a new apartment. We promised each other 2 dinners a month so we could maintain the bond that we had. Being 22 I figured that was a request I could stick to. Most of our dinners were spent with me coming over and then him driving us somewhere for drinks and food and then back to the apartment where I would usually leave and not go back inside. Last night. .. revolutionary, don’t you think?”“We forgot pirates, sir,” Laura reminded me.“Yes, pirates first, and while you’re doing that, set up the guillotines for the tyrants as well. Tyrants, warlords, etc. Pirates to be hanged, of course. Good, old-fashioned gallows for them,” I directed the Commissar of Police, Peacekeeping, and Security ... who was also one of my wives.Laura was my enforcer, more than anyone else. She carried out my more ruthless directives and that was good. She was extremely.