Everything. He said he had a crazy idea. He grabbed my hand and dragged me upstairs to his mum's room. He said he knew where his mum kept all her spec...al underwear. Said he wanted me to prove it to him. At first I felt embarrassed that we where going through his mums draws, but she did have some fantastic underwear. Basques and stockings. Lots of frilly things. Things I hadn't tried on. Sean threw a few things on to her bed and said to dress for him. Nervous as I've ever been, but a head full. You actually find yourself disoriented from the sudden lack of friends. Sighing, you find yourself questioning your friendship with these people again, and begin to wander around aimlessly. Subconsciously, you find yourself scanning the crowd, looking for a corner or a couch or something you can just sit and not be bothered. Preferably with a cat, that way you'll have someone intelligent to talk to. But the more you wander, the more you come up empty. Sighing again, you decide it might be worth. I told myself to look away but I couldn’t. Then my mother spoke up and said that they would be leaving shortly for the weekend and that we were not to have any parties. Yeah right…I thought. I then asked lucky if he had any plans for the weekend.“no” was his reply “why??”“just wondering” I replied. “so did you enjoy the show last night?”“you saw me. I’m so sorry its just that you are so beautiful and I couldn’t help myself.”“that’s okay lucky, I liked that you were watching, maybe later we. "Ah, you speak French, and very well too. Thatwill make it easier to communicate. But then I suppose spies like youwould need to speak good French."I tried to play innocent. "Spy? What? I do not understand! I am anordinary Parisian workman."She sniffed in obvious contempt. "Do you think I'm stupid? I advise youto give up that pretense. Last night I heard a terrible banging on theroof and when I went to investigate I found you lying outside,unconscious. I must say you made a terrible mess of my.