"? She found them on herdresser and clipped them to my ears."Voila," she said proudly, "you make a good woman, Simon. Hang on,no, I can't call you ...hat now you're this pretty. How about Suzie?Yes, that's a good name for a maid. Suzie it is." C'mon darling," I said, "this is all going a bit far. A joke's ajoke, OK? Can't we just say you've had your little laugh and I cantake this lot off again?" No way, Jose. If you wanna play dress up while I'm out, you can do itwhilst I'm here and I'll. I hadn’t been there since my return to France a few weeks earlier, and I found I missed it. So much had changed in Paris since those heady days of August, when the young Frenchmen had so eagerly sought out war. No one was seeking out the war any more, it was coming for them. And much had changed for me, as well. I had spent a very long day in mid-August as a guest of the state police, as they questioned me about my activities over the previous 18 months. I was treated politely, as a foreign. Oh I hope your not turning red now my dear brother. Remember how you called me a stark raving mad sex manic? Well Ron thinks so also. OK, Ok I did not sit down here to brag about my sex life, I sat down here to, oh fuck I don't know exactly why. Just hear (read) me out. You know as I sit here writing to you about all of this getting it out of my system so to speak, I think I'll burn this letter, that way I can start to think more clearly. It all started 6 months ago, something happened to me. It was 6.30am and I tiptoed naked to my dresser and looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was tangled and sweaty and my face and chest were bright red and flushed with blood. I pushed a finger into my pussy and taking it out put it in my mouth and licked it dry I loved that taste. l pushed my finger in again licking it and smiling to myself in the mirror I did it one last time this time pushing it in as deep as my index finger would go and getting as much on it as I could. After that I.