After thirty minutes we eventually got toPigalle and I was left wondering if I would have been quicker to go bytrain, I have since learnt that I would...have been but that the taxi shouldhave taken less than 10 minutes.Serge had told me to meet him at a club near Pigalle which had cabaretsingers and to ask for Serge. I found the club fairly easily but Serge wasnot there.The barman asked for my name before he introduced me to a beautiful younglady called Jane, who he said was a friend of. He's puzzled about how it could have even been delivered, the only thing on it is his name.Inside, he finds a card. It is made of heavy black paper--strangely black, like it's sucking all the light into it. In his hands, the card feels... it's hard to describe. Real? Like, a whole new level of real--like, the kind of real that makes everything else seem a little bit unreal.It is solid black. On the front, there is a single line of golden print:Happy Birthday.Inside, he finds a note.You've been. I kissed her neck. And I carried her to the bedroom. I threw her on the bed. I ripped the remaining clothes covering her. She was only in her panty. I became naked. She was shocked by seeing my dick. She said damn it’s too big. I removed her panty. I took her panty and sniffed it.It was intoxicating as if I was getting high with single malt. Her pussy was perfectly shaved.Me: Babe, when did you shave your pussy?A: Yesterday. (winks at me)Me: Did you do it for me?A: Yeah. I was masturbating. I raised Dane's briefs up to my nose and tentatively inhaled from the stained material. As I'd expected, the smell was strong but not offensive. It was undeniably crude and fiercely anal in its unbridled intensity, but there was, combined with that coarse, effluvious odour, a much more exciting and erotic undertone: a sneak preview of this young lad's sexual aroma if he were to indulge me in the most intimate way he could.I smiled at the thought and felt my cock starting to stir.Yes, this was.