She wouldn’t endure much more of this. Victoria had first met John when he had started working for her father’s lumber mill when she was eleven. S...e had just enjoyed a particularly excellent romp through the woods that had resulted in her gown being a bit ripped around the sleeve, several bruises on her right leg and arm from falling out of a tree (and the bruises promised to turn into a very interesting shade of blue) and the bun her mother had put her hair into that morning had long since. If they had only known, we were lovers escaping our lives to relive the best week of our younger lives. When we arrived in Paris we found the hotel, but it had changed. It had been totally remodeled and expanded. The rooms were larger, suites really, which made us happier too. We got the same suite we had ten years earlier. The balcony where we could only stand earlier was huge with lounge chairs, a small table and plants. We could eat out there now. There was a Jacuzzi tub with a large glass. Then as they chatted she must have told him what I suggested because he dropped to his knees to pretend to organise a bottom shelf. Then she bent forward pretending she was looking at something on a lower shelfEven from the distance where I stood, I could see the open neck of her t-shirt dropping down and giving him a brilliant view of her tits hanging forward and almost popping out. She was obviously enjoying the attention, because even though I didn’t suggest what she did next, she took. On Friday morning, after Stephanie and I swam and ate breakfast, I packed my overnight bag and double-checked the route in my atlas. I put everything in the car and then went to hang out with Stephanie. I let her know that I had asked Dad and that he had OK’d her coming up to Columbus at Christmas with Pete and Melanie. They would come up on Thursday morning and depending on timing, either Pete and Melanie would bring her home or she could come home with me. Stephanie was ecstatic, and that got.