My heart of pounding even at her fairly innocent order. Her feet were soft and she had elegant toes for someone who wore heels so much even in down ti...e. I couldn't look at her, this evening was turning into my wildest dreams and I was mortified at my own excitement and willingness, given that I had been found out quite so easily. Although Grace seemed to know exactly what she was doing and was enjoying it. Her nails were painted a deep red. I didn't need to wonder long, she seemed to read my. " Tell you what, Helen, meet me at the Hotel Quai Voltaire. We'll have the night." Great! You know I love that place. Get a front room so we can watch the Bateaux Mouches. What time?" When will you arrive?" Helen gave him an estimate. "I'll be there by then. See you."She hung up and, pulling her carry-on, walked to the corner of Cromwell Road to hail a cab to Victoria Station. At Victoria, she stopped in a Boot's and bought a box of condoms.The EuroStar delivered her at the Gare de l'Est more. No, Tukanni wanted to make sure Zhiasa suffered. The evidence is all there, the taunting message in the lamp, the mural on the ceiling, which I’m sure shows Zhiasa bowing down to her sister… and the costume! Imagine how degrading it must’ve felt for a crown princess to all of a sudden find herself dressed in the clothes of a concubine, clothes that basically say to any male around, ‘My body is yours, do whatever you want to me’,’ Clara pointed out. Jeff remained oddly silent for a few seconds. Who gives a fuck? He doubted she would even remember him or his purchases once he had walked out the store. At the next store, he bought super-absorbent pads. And at the next he bought mini tampons. * * * * * He felt funny. The douche had been a little colder than he expected, and his tummy felt odd. And he seemed to be leaking a little. He had taken note of the filth that had been rinsed from him. He had had to sit on the toilet twice more after rinsing himself out. Was that normal? He would.