One of Karen's attorneys was giving me funny looks during the proceedings. I imagined he was wondering at the funny timing of Gary Anders death, after...the divorce and before the wedding. The worst possible timing for Karen. Well, let him look, and let him wonder.My attorney pointed out that since Karen and the c***dren would soon be homeless the c***dren should come and live with me. Karen's parents lived in a one bedroom condo. Where were the c***dren going to live? Karen had gotten Sole. “Shania!” “I asked you to sleep with me tonight and you told me you wouldn’t!” she shouted in triumph. “Okay,” I chuckled. “Maybe you’d better back off the booze. You’re not making any sense.” “Oh, no, Mister nice guy in 2B,” she sneered. “I heard you. You said my name like it was some sort of jewel. You said it, and I heard you, you hypocrite. You really want to be with me. But you won’t comfort me when I need you. What kind of love is that?” She sat back triumphantly and crossed her long,. ..After what felt like a lifetime (probably about 5 seconds) i found myself kissing back.Our lips began rubbing together softly, mouths starting to open, his tongue teasing mine in a game of tongue wars.His large hands pulled me in to him as he led the kiss in to a deep passionate snog.We were both panting now - wanting more of this, more of each other.He guided me to the floor and laid on top of me. His groin pressed firmly against mine and you could feel 2 hard cocks throbbing at the. The train began to slow and came to a full stop. In the silence Colette, keeping her eyes fixed on the stranger, slowly closed her legs and stood -- it was our stop. Pouting her lips and blowing strands of blond hair away from her face, she took me by the hand and we walked to the exit. The Bastille is an old part of Paris filled with historic buildings and Colette's apartment is in a converted library with vaulted ceilings and superb views of the city. She opened the door and we walked inside,.