A glorified kind of exile, and considering how many Frenchmen were very upset with you lately, consider that a lucky break. Louis XVI has his sans-cul...ttes to contend with, but you have your gilets jaunes, or as we call them in English, ‘Yellow Vests,’ don’t you, monsieur? Also, inform the Emperor that I’m taking French Guiana off his hands, but since he gets Belgium and Luxembourg, it’s a fair trade, methinks.“I’m also annexing Suriname, Guyana, Costa Rica, Belize, and Panama to Draconia,. And after that - I suppose I rebelled...”Cut to footage of her getting ready for a night on the town ... In her forties but dressing much younger – like an escapee from 1985, trying to party in 2015 ... the classic mutton-dressed-as-lamb. Lingerie as club-wear. We can see the ‘camera operator’ in a mirror, another middle-aged woman, dressed similarly, filming with an iPhone. Fiona waving at her as if to say ‘put the phone away!’“I think I wanted to prove to myself that I ‘still had it’. So, at. “Which bit do you like me to touch best?”“This bit. It’s called my clit.” I stroked it to show him.“Let me.” He pushed my hand away and began to gently stroke me.It was bliss my body responded and my breath quickened. His young lust soon began rise.“Er Toni.”“Yes.”“I watched a blue movie once and this woman sucked a bloke off...”“And you wondered if I would do the same?” My heart lurched.“Well yes if you don’t mind. Is it very dirty?”“It’s a bit naughty but nothing is very dirty if you like. Absolutely, David cannot go out alone!“I am in complete sympathy with your fears. I worry about that, too. The only solution I can think of is for us to move into Bob’s Knob so that you and Alice can have the protection of other people around you whenever David and I are not there.“Let us talk about that with Alice and David tomorrow morning. Maybe one of them will have an idea.” That was the end of the conversation that night. Mary was finally able to drop off to sleep. I guess that just.