"What do you want from me?" He stepped towards me.I slowly stepped back to the wall and leaned against it. I gazed into his eyes, which seemed to be f...lled with slight anger."I just want you to make me happy." I mumbled.We were now face to face, just inches away from each other. I could feel his warm breath on my face. He placed one of his hands on the wall behind me and leaned in closer."I love you, Emily and trust me when I say that I want you to be happy. But sometimes I don't know how to,. This is the story of my love life, boys, girls, everything! In the years I had been at college I had dated a few boys, though most of them just wanted to get inside my pants on the first date or for me to do what they do in the porn movies and throat fuck them, oh an their mate could join in if you wanted, or do you take it up the arse?There have been one or two nice guys, but each have their own issues. There were some girls too, and that’s where my troubles started . Take Greg for instance,. The room I now resided in was not large but there was plenty of room with only me in it. There were no furnishings that I noticed, only concrete walls of the same gray as the floor. There was a drain in the center of the floor near me and opposite the door. I didn’t want to think why it would need to be here. Jerking my chin up to meet his eyes, I grunted as much as the gag would allow at the swift motion of his hand on my chin. Slowly that almost smiling mouth broke into an all out. “Maybe you and I will manage a gallop one evening around the Jardin du Luxembourg.” She said, after withdrawing her tongue from my mouth, and her hand from my groin.It appeared Mimi was fully conversant with the different meanings of ‘galloping’!Chloe and Armand were involved in the political life of Paris, but were not of the same political hue. During the brief insurrection in June of 1832 Chloe supported the Republicans, while Armand had favoured the monarchy, albeit a more efficient one.