“Mr. Blakely will pay for your cab fare,” the man said. “If you’ll follow me, I’ll make sure you get one to house you all. Where are you hea...ed?”“The university,” a girl said. She pulled out the pockets of her shorts to show me they were empty before she mouthed the words, “Thank you.”I smiled and nodded. I’d been there myself.“You totally rock, Travis!” the first guy said.“Tell Liz we love her!” a drunken female added.“I’ll tell her when I see her again,” I said. “You folks have a safe. This gives me the best view of Paris from the Eiffel Tower. I never thought that I would be here. Thank you Bob for making my dream come true."Ann shivered and clutched herself trying to keep warm. Bob walked behind her and put his arms around her to block the wind and keep her warm. Ann didn't make any attempt to move away from him. It just seemed so natural to her; a man's arms around her and watching the lights of Paris. They stayed together for a long time watching Paris' lights.. Hazel, when she removed her coat in the busy foyer, revealed her delectable figure in a green wool dress. "I wasn't sure what to wear for a night like this," she said apologetically, as she viewed, the over-elaborate gowns on the women around us.I leaned close to her and whispered, “I'll bet they're all eyeing you and thinking, 'I wish I looked like that.”She smiled and squeezed my arm. A simple touch, but it was like a bolt of electricity to me.The show was terrific. The night glowed with her. We slepttogether in her bed, clad only in our nightclothes. I was lucky that Iwore my breast pad and special underwear which hid my throbbingerection. They were clueless. I took that chance to immerse deeper intomy persona. After several hours, I managed to put aside my horny thoughtand just fell asleep as Kimberly. It was indeed a triumph for me. But now, I found it quite difficult to concentrate. This assignmentreminded me that I was not only Kimberly Goldman but an agent inmission. I.