I doubted the fire would consume them, but I sure hoped the wind would keep blowing the smoke and smell away from the tavern.It was fully dark by the ...ime I finished, and I was bone tired and hungry. I flopped at a table and the girl brought me a big bowl of stew and a plate with a loaf of crusty bread. "This was on the stove," she said, sitting across from me. "Mama's upstairs. She did eat a little, but she's awful upset." She was wearing a very plain dress with a neckline so low that I could. After class, I clocked in at the library. Putting away books, I turned back to the book cart and my heart jumped up into my throat. Mandy walked down the aisle, a strange and worried look on her face. I literally turned to run away, but there was no where to go--the aisle was a dead end. “James,” she said, “Eventually you have to talk to me.” My face no doubt blushing bright red, I said, “Ok.” I figured she’d want me to move out, like in the next hour. I just hoped she didn’t tell the world. She had one mole on her face that honestly made her mind of sexy. She wore a outfit that screamed wealth and also complimented her nicely sized tits. The dress was from fitting and revealed her curves. I memorized the picture then read the caption. Her name was Claire Dufour.I stayed home for a few days and enjoyed my bounty from the Cuban mission. Finally, the day came to go to Paris. I used my papers that got me out of Cuba to get on a plane. The next morning I arrived at the airport. I. Remember this was your idea. I just wanted to rent a movie," she laughed. "Stand up, honey."I stood, running my hands down my dress."Look at yourself, Andrea," Charlie led me to the mirror, her hands around my waist. "You're drop-dead gorgeous. Long legs, curvy ass, push-up tits. You're so sexy he's beneath you."The girl in the mirror struck a pose. God she was beautiful. I felt a twinge in my groin, and a twinge in my conscience. What the hell was I doing? I had done this for James. I had.