Then there were those busy weeks when all the expansion stuff was unloaded next to my home. Until came the night.I lied that it had been my cat Tariel...who woke me up just before the arrows hit my house. That wasn’t such a big lie, and I was sure that nobody noticed anything about it. Then I explained how I recognized the sound and believed that those Trolls had managed to find me and had come back for revenge. Again, it had been pure luck that there had been that hole at the end of the house,. I could feel the slight vibration as she softly moaned her pleasure at having another of her erogenous zones tended to. Where our pelvises were joined, I could feel her hand starting to move a bit more quickly as she increased the attention she was paying to her clitoris.A few more minutes, and she climaxed again, more strongly, using her free hand to stifle the loudest of her cries. By that time, she was wonderfully hot and wet around me; the added pressure of her vagina tightening around me. I nodded, picked up my repast, and joined her. She complimented me on my choice of cheese. I offered her some and she accepted, then offered me a bit of pear from the Brittany coast. I found it delicious. I must say in looking back over many years, that lunch, in the soft spring air, the boats gliding by on the Seine with simple bread, cheese, and pears all washed down with a red country wine in the company of a delightful young woman was one of the most memorable meals I have had occasion to. Before I could stop myself, I curtly responded: "Then please follow me", and returned to the lobby.A few moments later, the woman, her husband and I entered the elevator and rode up to my floor in a long, awkward silence. They followed me to the door, and we entered my apartment. Again, I could not believe that this was actually happening. I walked over to the couch in a daze.I turned around and looked at the woman, who had followed me halfway into the living room, while her husband remained.