“Veec?” she said. I’m Vic.“Monique,” I replied.“I wait for you,” she said.I’m English and although there is this belief that the Frenc... insist you speak their language, I found that as soon as they heard my attempts (I thought I had quite a passable accent, actually), people would switch to English to save themselves the pain of hearing my incompetence. Or maybe they were just being kind. Monique certainly radiated kindness.Up in the apartment she fetched me a glass of water and Jean-Luc. She was mesmerizing. James was a lucky man.I could not help but fall for her charms, just as many guys had before. Naomi was my friend’s wife though! Although, even he knew she was unstoppable, uncontrollable. How could I not fall for her, too. Sultry and slinky in a skin tight dress, Naomi commanded the whole room. We all went out. Dinner turned to drinks, which turned into a night cap at their place. We we were all a little bit tippsy and maybe caught up in her trace, open to anything. She. Then we used to talk when we used to meet at campus then we exchanged our numbers then we used to talk on phone till late night everyday then few days we came close to each other then it one day she asked me to drop by her home which is near to my home then I agreed then I was enjoying my bike ride with her her boobs were touching my back the boobs were so soft then I dropped her home then after few days Christmas vacations started and I asked her that we could go out then she agreed and moved. He was to have sole charge of 18 Queen Street in my absence. "You may ... err ... entertain during my absence Rob, just be discreet with your ... umm ... assignations." Discretion is my middle name, Major. Rest assured no unseemly behaviour will be seen, or even heard."I included Molly March in the party as she too deserved a holiday, and being in the company of genteel ladies in a great house she would be able to assimilate the duties of a ladies maid. I gave her over to Matilde to instruct.