.. That's just... ''And here comes the part where you tell me you've never thought about it, it's gross, it's wrong. Am I right?' His eyebrow rose, qu...stioning.Drew looked at Nick only briefly, then turned his head. He nodded once.A light laugh from the other man. He knew he won that argument... but he wasn't through yet. He stood from the chair he was sitting in and walked... nay, waltzed, over to Drew, putting his hand on his shoulder. Drew simply shrugged it off. But Nick was persistent. He. One was a devastatingly good looking man in his early thirties; an artist from the Hotel du Ville whose work Madame Courvelle admired and had been commissioned to paint her serving girls. The other person with whom Yvette was not familiar was perched tipsily on this gentleman’s knee; a blond girl of undoubted attraction who had a glass of wine in one hand whilst her other arm was draped about his neck as she giggled at some witty remark he had ventured. These then were representatives of Madame. ” Arleen said. “Um…… I would’ve liked to see that, I like itwhen you use my whole name, Melody. Rather than plain ol’ Mel,everyone calls me Mel, ” she said. “I love your name, it really suits you Melody, I enjoyed out timetogether.” Arleen said earnestly. “So did I, I have to go now. Oh I sent you something, andI’ve put your guitars, amp and things in my room, they’ll besafe until you return. Speak to you later, eh.” She said, her mouthclose to the phone. “Night-night Melody, thanks. She toyed with my tongue slowly, letting me suckle on her tongue. She just held it there for me to suck. Suddenly I knew. The unmistakable taste of a man rushed through the veil of my thoughts. I tasted and savored the flavor combined with her own familiar flavor. Sue moved her head around and around, letting me suck on her tongue while her lips moved against mine and her hand slipped into my shorts. Our lips were pressed close for minutes, while she let me grasp the meaning."I taste... " Yes,.