The budget was quite reasonable and the record label even sprang for the rental of a small apartment for me in Pigalle slap bang in the middle of the ...oulin Rouge. Nothing fancy really just a small one bedroom place. My neighbours consisted mainly of young working class families, prostitutes and three Australian travellers who had decamped to Paris to work. It was not exactly the quietist place to live but the upside of this was that when I wanted to play the guitar late at night there were no. We tried to keep them busy, but make-work projects were the best we could come up with. Then, after talking to some of the staff, I was handed an idea I should have thought of, voluntary reduced hours.A surprising number of our female staff were single mothers, or working mothers along with their husbands. That put some stress on them to have someone mind the children, even if they were of school age. The summer was particularly difficult when school was out. In some cases, I suspected that. " Yup, now I know." Still... like me... love me... need me... can't live without me?" Yeeesss... and can't stop touching you since you let me watch you... can't stop thinking you're more incredible than I could have ever hoped for or imagined. It was the most lewd and sexy thing to watch."You really get off on this stuff, huh?" Yes, I loved it! Can't stop thinking how much I love you." Good... cause it's just... so wild. It's obscene. And, I'm really starting to like it... I really like you.... I was still groggy as she kissed me and I began to remember the events of my evening. I looked over at the nightstand and saw that the money was still there. The alarm clock told me that it was the wee hours of the morning. 2:37 AM. I parted my lips and tasted her tongue again. I could still smell Diane’s musk on my face and my own flavor was on the girl’s lips. Our kisses increased in passion as we held each other and rolled about on the wet sheets. Our bodies pressed together and she parted.