Jacque asked if I had yet been to the Tour Eiffel.I had not. And he said that I was now going to have that pleasure. Thebill paid, Jacque found a cab ...nd we drove the short distance to theEiffel Tower. It loomed above us as we got out of the cab. It wasshimmering in the early evening sunlight. Jacque bought our tickets andwe stood in line for about 45 minutes. The air became cooler and Islipped on my jacket with Jacque's help and a hug from him.At last we were in a car on the way to the top of. I could see the two girls talking, almost arguing. I finished the redlight and seatbelt tickets for Cindy, and was almost done with theseatbelt ticket for Megan, the passenger, when I saw the driver onceagain waving a piece of paper. “This should be interesting”, I thoughtto myself, as I finished the citation and walked up to the car.“Here is the proof of insurance, officer” Cindy said quietly. I lookeddown, this time noting that the bra was now unhooked and the cups pulledaside, confirming. He exhaled a deep breath and felt rather lightheaded. Maybe he was coming down with something. Nah. It was just Terry that was bad for business. When tonight was over, he was reassigning her and come Monday, he would start hiring new people. Meanwhile he might as well tend bar, after the meeting with the suppliers. He pushed up the hatch by the end of the counter and noiselessly put it down again. Pushing people aside, he stepped through the throng of people glued to his counter, just to get a. Dad and mom were melting together, his father's prick soft and his mother murmuring drowsily, so Travis walked back around the king-sized bed and looked down at his sister. "You know," he said, "we haven't made it sixty-nine yet. That ought to be a lot of fun." "I'm for it," Jenny said. He lay down with his face at her feet, and when she started to lick at his toes, he did the same to hers. The tickling sensation was almost too much to.