If you assumed that it translates to “Passage of Desire”, your French is improving.At night, the women are in lighted windows, displaying their me...chandise. Entry to the alley is controlled through a gate and an iron fence. It is not very obvious. We did not enter. It was too early for that and I didn’t know if Lisa would be allowed to enter. We would save it for later. They got a kick out of my mention that “Passage du Desir” is next to “Rue de Paradis”. Bear in mind that “Rue” means “street”. Rose demurred. “Well…sort of, I mean. Yes, but…” Violet’s demeanor changed immediately upon hearing this. “Figures, sending the bait, that’s so typical. Tell him if he wants something he can ask himself,” Violet replied, beginning to turn away, miffed. Rose’s heart beat faster, adrenaline rushing as she felt Violet’s attention turning cold. She didn’t want to displease her master…and just as much, she wanted her, too. “Wait!” Rose exclaimed, her resolve finally coming out in words. She. That wouldn't be good." Cindy, why don't you just let things go, okay? I'll tell you what to do, and you'll do it. You know that this is the way that's best. Stop trying to be a decision maker. Now drive the damn car and let me think. I've got a lot on my mind right now, and you aren't helping me."Cindy shut up and drove us over to her house. When we got there, Audrey was outside waiting for us. She looked nervous too. Not just nervous with anticipation, which is what I expected from her. I. I know it sounds paranoid but then I planned to stay paranoid as long as I was undercover. "Well imagine running into to you here," Martin said.And right after you screw me, I thought but said, "Small world huh? So is this the Mrs. Martin you are always talking about?" I'm Mrs. Martin," the slightly pudgy but well dressed and made up woman about forty said to me. "Though I doubt he talks too much about me. We try to keep our personal lives personal. He did however mention you." Then to be.