I guess I have the house to myself for the evening I thought. I retrieved a soda from the fridge and flopped down on the couch remote in hand. I flipp...d through the channels until I found a Sci-Fi program that looked interesting.I sat there watching TV for about an hour when a part of me really wanting to sneak down and see what they were up to in the basement. Maybe it was just more from habit than anything else.I had just decided to go down and peek when I heard someone come upstairs. I. I knew if I went to my parents asking them for help before my freshman year began they would force me to move home. Maybe that would have been easier but I just couldn’t look at my parents and tell them I failed after only a few months on my own. I thought if I kept looking the right job would come and, as if to answer my prayers, I finally received a response from a company. It was a work at home position that embodied my dream job. I would spend day after glorious day browsing around local. I know quite well Paris, I visited dozens of times. But it was the first time I went with a girlfriend. 3 days is too short to see everything and because she loved the movie “Moulin rouge” we went to the Sacré Coeur and to Pigalle. Suddenly she stopped in front of the window of one of the many sex shops. I saw her look changed, it became instantly much naughtier. Neither she nor I had ever entered in that kind of place before, but we were really very excited to go in together. We wanted. She groaned, trying to be quite, her feet spread, leaning against the sink. She closed her eyes, enjoying the sensations. A sharp knock at the door ripped her attention back to reality. She dropped her dress down, and quickly washed her hand. Cracking the door, she peeked up and down the hall, not seeing anyone. It was dark and the sound of the music was very distant, Whomever had knocked on the door had not stuck around to see her shame. She slipped down the hall and out of the back doors,.