“Do you dreamof getting fucked by a stranger?”Susan wasn’t going to answer, but then Nadine grabbeda handful of hair. The young woma... jerked her headback and forth, indicating she answer immediately, orshe would yank all the hair out of her head. “No…YES! Gawd, yes.”“Do you dream of sex?”“Sometimes, yes… oh please, don’t make me. I’venever been unfaithful… cheated with another man.”“Are you going to be. Anna-Jade, Natalieand Zoe had all donned bright platinum blonde wigs for the party, andall six girls had bottles of WKD in their hands."Girls," Jessica announced in a near-authentic South-Eastern Englishaccent, "what is the only way?" Essex!" The six girls all cheered in unison as they drank theirdrinks, waiting for the guests to arrive.Within half an hour, the apartment was teeming with over twenty menand women, all of whom had adhered to the 'Essex boy/girl' dress code-especially Abbey, for. We spent the evening a a couple we had recently met and were all a little tipsy. Someone suggested a swop and so it began. Christine went into the hall with Derek and I stayed in the lounge with Julie. We were kissing and fondling and Chris was much further ahead with her new partner as we could here banging and a lot of exciting gasps through the wall. However rather that exciting Julie she became a bit upset that her boyfriend was getting his end away and called a halt. We said our goodbyes. "Anyway, I was offered the job and moved here in 2007 and I stayed until a few months before I met up with Kevin again, and you for the first time. I don't think you'd even met him when I left England, and being over here was why I couldn't come to your wedding. But getting back to what you asked me. I found an apartment in another part of Paris—not as nice as here, but nearer to where I was working. Life was pretty good: I had a job I enjoyed, friends I saw quite often, and a good social.