He smiled and looked at me from my head to toes… He said his friend had a nice taste in white women; because I was the perfect choice…I was wearin... a tight dark green dress, matching high heels, nylon stockings and no underwear at all. I swayed my hips in front of him and he offered me a drink. Then old Victor said he had taken a blue pill an hour ago and was starting to feel the effects…I looked down and could see he was having a nice bulge under his clothes.Victor said that he wanted to see. He allowed instinct to take over, his tongue pressed up into the damp lips that started to grind on his mouth while pressing his shaft into the dripping pussy. He could feel both women grinding themselves on him, covering him with their juices. His body was so electrified by the blindfold, unable to feast his eyes on his assailants, yet feeling their being through every nerve. Then they were gone once more. He about yelled his frustration when he heard a commotion along one side of the bed.. " I knew an Antoine Chastel once," said the old man."My father." He was a good man."Chastel gave a wan smile. "No," he said, "he was not. But he did his duty." I still do not understand why you're here. The man you are hunting is dead. I saw him die. Everyone saw." Indeed," said Chastel, walking away. "And yet, hunt we must."***17 Germinal, Year II:Sainte-Chapelle was no longer a church. The relics were all looted, scattered, destroyed. Now it was merely an office, where the people did the work. Weren't all the girlswearing their hair like that when I was in high school?"Oh, come on," the girl cooed, "wouldn't it be cool to try it out?"And without any response from me she started fingering my bed-hair,making it smooth and even. Fussing with it like she was my mother. Fora split second I thought I might have even seen her lick her thumb toget a lock of hair to lie down, but I had to be imagining that. I'm not sure why I let her. I guess I was just so transfixed. Thesecond magazine.