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A FRENCH VILLAGE (A TALE OF THE WAR) – PART 3
While Isabelle Renaud, who was certain she was the reason for her husband’s rise in the French civil service, was falling in love with Annie, her dressmaker, her husband Georges had a life of his own which she never suspected.
He left her a note on the dining room table of their large house. He had an urgent meeting with members of the German Kommandantur which could last all evening and possibly all night. He grabbed a small travelling bag with was hidden inside his clothes closet, behind a moveable plank. To make his absence believable, he asked his driver to let him off in front of the Kommandantur building. Once the car had left, he walked a few blocks to the Hôtel de Vichy. He took the elevator to room 798 and reached in his pocket for the key. It was rented to him permanently. It was part of the frills that came with his job and especially his contacts.
The room was large, for French hotels, and could accommodate 20 to 25 people. There were two wide beds at either end of it. The view of the city’s main square was quite impressive, but he didn’t look at it often. The d****s were usually closed. It was 7PM and he was to be ready for 8PM. Georges opened his bag and took out what he needed: lipstick, eye shadow, his wig, some facial powder, a long red dress, heels and nylon stockings imported from the US.
At 7:30 PM, Georges was fully dressed and made-up. He answered the knock at the door. Four other cross-dressers came into the room. Kisses and compliments were exchanged. All the ladies involved were in their 30s and 40s. Georges became Gaby. A few minutes later, the ladies heard noise from the room next door, but they had to wait for the knock on the door connecting the two rooms.
After the knock, half-a-dozen naked men entered the room with bottles of liquor. They were mainly older gentlemen and were in fact high-ranking German military officers from different cities in Occupied France. The ladies were scantily dressed. The men loved to undress them. Couples were formed. The ladies who were with Gaby were all French. The German officers had one with them, a tall beautiful blonde dressed in a short skirt and white top with fake melons which made even the other ladies drool. After a little while, Gaby and the German cross-dresser were “introduced” to each other by laughing officers. The two ladies were face to face and began exchanging kisses. It didn’t take long for the men to make a circle around the couple and encourage them to get friendlier. Some of the other ladies joined the crowd of voyeurs as Gaby and his new-found friend, arms around each other, began to grab fake tits, real asscheeks, and continued sucking tongue. Bulges in front of skirt and dress were showing how much they appreciate each other. Gaby raised her dress and the German grabbed her cock. Gaby reached under the German’s skirt and put her fingers around a large erect male organ. Finally Gaby took off her dress and her nearly hairless body drove his German counterpart crazy. She did away with her skirt and top. The two ladies rolled onto the bed, their cock rock hard and immediately settled in a 69. That was the spark which set the rest of the crowd off. Within a few minutes, most of the ladies were naked except for their nylons. A popular arrangement was a lady in the middle on all fours with a man taking her from behind and one in front being sucked. After the first round of orgasms, there was an exchange of partners and Gaby was taken by one of the youngest of the officers and he fucked her missionary style on the floor. Gaby screamed as the thick cock plugged her asshole. The couple was locked in a tight face to face fuck, then joined by other couples in that position which was not as popular as the usual “on all fours” but certainly very rewarding if you were experienced enough to do it.
By the end of the evening, every officer had fucked at least three of the ladies, and some had even fucked each other. Some men were versatile and reached a peek by giving or receiving. Things got out of hand a bit at the end with wine glasses filled with the yellow nectar, but everyone went home satisfied.
Gaby decided to stay the night in his room since it was too late to go home. The German lady invited herself to stay with her and Gaby was more than pleased to accommodate her. Gaby knew she wanted to be fucked and he was in the mood. Georges, a.k.a. Gaby had gained some important points with the German military and had wonderful sex.
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Among the French women of Vichy, Geneviève and Isabelle were the most powerful. Isabelle had two advantages: she was younger, and she was bisexual. The women managed to stay out of each other’s way and were taking advantage of the Occupation in different ways. Geneviève was controlling the black market at least as far as food was concerned. She was also playing pimp to many of the German lesbian military, such as Monika, Tessa, and a few others. Isabelle had her own area of expertise: politics. She controlled several ministers, either through sex or blackmail. She also was deep into the German military, with men and women, and influenced decisions concerning French prisoners, refugees, and the like. Both women used their ass to their advantage (and sometimes to someone else’s advantage).
Annie had changed some of that. Although she hadn’t seen her in years, Geneviève still had a soft spot for her if she had been willing to forget the past and fall in love again. Isabelle was deeply involved with Annie and it had gone further than just sex. Annie seemed to be also madly in love with the younger redhead. With the photographs, Isabelle was ahead of Geneviève, but she was still insecure. She thought the best way was to confront Geneviève and settle who was to have Annie.
It was 5 minutes to 6PM when Geneviève, busy closing the back door of the store, heard the bell announcing another customer.
“Sorry I’m just about to close’, yelled the buxom lesbian
Isabelle walked inside slowly, ignoring the warning, and started closing some of the store shutters herself. The inside of the store was suddenly quite dark. Geneviève walked towards the front of the store and saw Isabelle.
“What are you doing here ?”, asked Geneviève, her voice shaking
“I’ve come to help you close the store, so we can have a little chat”, answered Isabelle in a low voice.
Geneviève locked the door and brought down the blinds. Both women came face to face in the large area which separated the front door and the large desk where the cash register sat. The back of the room was filled with tables and food.
“Annie”, whispered Geneviève
“She fine”, answered Isabelle
“She must be lonely”, added Geneviève
Isabelle laughed and squeezed Geneviève’s chin with her right hand.
“I have come to show you that Annie will not be needing even to think about you anymore”, screamed Isabelle
“You want to arrange a public affair or shall we settle it here ?”, asked Geneviève
“Here…right now”, stated Isabelle
The two women were dressed in similar outfits. Blouse with small bra, skirt down to their knees, small panties, and shoes.
Isabelle had let go of her rival’s chin. Geneviève’s hand shot out and grabbed Isabelle’s crotch, squeezing it in the process. An immediate reply came from Isabelle who covered Geneviève’s cunt with her closed had. The two women were hurting each other and at the same time making their cunt wet. The younger redhead put her hand at the top of the opening of Geneviève’s blouse and ripped it from top to bottom, sending dozens of buttons all over the floor. She then put her finger between the two cups of ther bra and snapped it off. Geneviève was topless. Isabelle took off her own blouse and bra. Geneviève undid her skirt and so did Isabelle. Both removed their panties.
As soon as they were naked, the two women yelled and clashed. Heads bumped, arms joined around backs and pulled, tits were slapped and squeezed. Locked in a hair-pulling match, they whispered threats to each other’s face. Spitting. They finally fell to the floor, each driving her thigh between the other’s open legs, soft flesh rubbing against hairy cunt. Finally, they couldn’t help but tongue-kiss, tongue-kisses that were more like love bites. Each had blood drops on her face which excited them no end. They started rolling on the wooden plank floor, until they bumped into the legs of a table, then rolled the other way until they reached the desk. Geneviève was ten yours older and heavier than her rival. Isabelle had hidden strength especially when sex was involved. Each fighter avoided going cunt to cunt right away , trying to tire and excite her opponent and even bring her to a fast orgasm. Isabelle was more the fighter and Geneviève the lover. Both women were sweating as they continued rolling on the floor, locked in a fake embrace, their bodies covered in sawdust. Both whispered insults and also dirty words of love. Geneviève suggested sucking each other until one came. Isabelle agreed and the two lesbians fell on each other again but this time head to toe. Both were expert cunt suckers and knew all the tricks. Geneviève started cheating by masturbating her opponent with her fingers, rubbing her flat hand over Isabelle’s erect clit. Not to be outdone, the redhead did the same to Geneviève and the two women were seen masturbating each other into a frenzy that could only culminate into an orgasm. Both yelled and screamed so loudly that some passersby stopped but didn’t investigate since the shutters were closed. Suddenly Geneviève let out a loud roar and sent a stream of cunt juice that certainly was as strong as if she had pissed. Isabelle turned her head sideways as she got the beginning of the squirt right in her face. Geneviève had another squirt, quite a bit tamer this time while Isabelle managed to hold her cum but was also about to blast one. She bent over and grabbed her painful cunt with both hands.
Geneviève motioned her rival to follow her upstairs, which she did. Isabelle took a shower and put on her clothes, at least what was not ripped. Geneviève also took a shower and dressed but was still half-naked. She gave Isabelle a towel to wrap around the part of her body that showed. Both rivals were happy that they had let out their animosity towards each other. Pecking order had been established. Both were exhausted. They kissed on the lips before Isabelle called for a taxi.
“I hope I fuck her again….for fun this time’, smiled Geneviève after Isabelle had left.
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The special government car was speeding along the main road towards Vichy. On the back seat there was Isabelle, dressed in a pant suit and wearing a beret which hid her red hair. Next to her was the post mistress who was also the one who delivered the mail. She was in her early 20s, rather plain and short, but she had assets which were hidden by her uniform.
The car came to a halt as there was the usual roadblock, after midnight, with French police checking identity papers.
“Papiers, Mesdames”, asked the policeman
“Isabelle Renaud”, answered Isabelle with a smile
“Oh..I am so sorry Madame…I didn’t recognize you in the dark”, apologized the policeman
“And the young lady ?”, he continued
“A friend of mine”, calmly answered Isabelle, careful not to mention the Post Office
“Of course, Madame, my apologies”, blurted the policeman
The car sped off towards the outskirts of Vichy where Hélène, the post mistress, lived.
“Sometimes I wish I had a skirt”, said the policeman to his colleague
“I hear she does both”, answered the colleague
“I’ll bring her to interrogation next time”, laughed the policeman
The car stopped in front of a two-storey building which was in fact a warehouse. The two women opened the trunk and took out three boxes which they carried up the side stair case up to the second floor. Isabelle made another trip to pick up the last box. She signalled to the driver he could go.
Hélène hid the boxes away inside a secret drawer hidden in the cement wall. Isabelle came in with the last box. The women smiled at each other. Hélène didn’t live in the warehouse but she spent enough some time there that she had put two mattresses on the floor and had made sure the bathroom worked. Isabelle was playing a dangerous game. The boxes were filled with anti-German leaflets printed in the countryside just outside Vichy by a group belonging to the French Underground. Hélène was to slip one in each mailbox in the village when she distributed the mail. She used Isabelle’s help regularly since the slightly older woman could cross any roadblock and was known everywhere as what the people called a “collaborator”.
“Is your car waiting ?”, asked Hélène
“No….I sent it away…but maybe I shouldn’t have ?”, asked a puzzled Isabelle
“Silly girl’, squealed Hélène as she put her arms around the tall woman’s waist.
The women felt each other through their pants and kissed. It wasn’t the first time they were doing it. They were not regular lovers but when Hélène’s work gave her enough time to sleep in the warehouse, Isabelle sometimes dropped by.
The women undressed quickly. Hélène had a good pair of tits and asscheeks to die for. She was a little butch and Isabelle loved to be her bitch when Hélène was especially horny. The first thing Isabelle wanted to do was to lick the lady’s ass and that she did. Hélène groaned as Isabelle ran her tongue up and down the small woman’s asscrack , then she stuck her long tongue inside the dark hole and twisted it round and round. Then it was Isabelle’s turn to get her asshole rimmed by her occasional lover. Hélène was ready for a fuck and Isabelle lay on her back, legs wide open, her reddish cunt ready to be mounted.
Hélène reached under the other mattress and pulled out a strapon which she attached around her waist. Isabelle made obscene gestures as her butch was putting her equipment in place. Hélène slowly penetrated the redhead who lifted her legs and crossed them around her lover back. The two women started mating, slowly at first, then the rhythm picked until they both screamed their pleasure. Hélène rolled off Isabelle and they cuddled until they fell asleep.
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It was Annie’s birthday. Isabelle was very busy so she gave Annie a return train ticket and had reserved a room in a posh hotel for the weekend.
“Do me a favor, will you ?”, asked Isabelle
“A friend wants to meet you. Be in your room Saturday evening at 8PM and answer the knock on the door”, continued Isabelle
“Of course, I can do that for you. You have been so good to me”, smiled Annie
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That evening in her room in Paris, Annie answered the door. A woman walked in and turned around to face her.
“It’s been a long time”, stuttered Annie
“Yes, it’s been too long”, answered the woman
TO BE CONTINUED
While Isabelle Renaud, who was certain she was the reason for her husband’s rise in the French civil service, was falling in love with Annie, her dressmaker, her husband Georges had a life of his own which she never suspected.
He left her a note on the dining room table of their large house. He had an urgent meeting with members of the German Kommandantur which could last all evening and possibly all night. He grabbed a small travelling bag with was hidden inside his clothes closet, behind a moveable plank. To make his absence believable, he asked his driver to let him off in front of the Kommandantur building. Once the car had left, he walked a few blocks to the Hôtel de Vichy. He took the elevator to room 798 and reached in his pocket for the key. It was rented to him permanently. It was part of the frills that came with his job and especially his contacts.
The room was large, for French hotels, and could accommodate 20 to 25 people. There were two wide beds at either end of it. The view of the city’s main square was quite impressive, but he didn’t look at it often. The d****s were usually closed. It was 7PM and he was to be ready for 8PM. Georges opened his bag and took out what he needed: lipstick, eye shadow, his wig, some facial powder, a long red dress, heels and nylon stockings imported from the US.
At 7:30 PM, Georges was fully dressed and made-up. He answered the knock at the door. Four other cross-dressers came into the room. Kisses and compliments were exchanged. All the ladies involved were in their 30s and 40s. Georges became Gaby. A few minutes later, the ladies heard noise from the room next door, but they had to wait for the knock on the door connecting the two rooms.
After the knock, half-a-dozen naked men entered the room with bottles of liquor. They were mainly older gentlemen and were in fact high-ranking German military officers from different cities in Occupied France. The ladies were scantily dressed. The men loved to undress them. Couples were formed. The ladies who were with Gaby were all French. The German officers had one with them, a tall beautiful blonde dressed in a short skirt and white top with fake melons which made even the other ladies drool. After a little while, Gaby and the German cross-dresser were “introduced” to each other by laughing officers. The two ladies were face to face and began exchanging kisses. It didn’t take long for the men to make a circle around the couple and encourage them to get friendlier. Some of the other ladies joined the crowd of voyeurs as Gaby and his new-found friend, arms around each other, began to grab fake tits, real asscheeks, and continued sucking tongue. Bulges in front of skirt and dress were showing how much they appreciate each other. Gaby raised her dress and the German grabbed her cock. Gaby reached under the German’s skirt and put her fingers around a large erect male organ. Finally Gaby took off her dress and her nearly hairless body drove his German counterpart crazy. She did away with her skirt and top. The two ladies rolled onto the bed, their cock rock hard and immediately settled in a 69. That was the spark which set the rest of the crowd off. Within a few minutes, most of the ladies were naked except for their nylons. A popular arrangement was a lady in the middle on all fours with a man taking her from behind and one in front being sucked. After the first round of orgasms, there was an exchange of partners and Gaby was taken by one of the youngest of the officers and he fucked her missionary style on the floor. Gaby screamed as the thick cock plugged her asshole. The couple was locked in a tight face to face fuck, then joined by other couples in that position which was not as popular as the usual “on all fours” but certainly very rewarding if you were experienced enough to do it.
By the end of the evening, every officer had fucked at least three of the ladies, and some had even fucked each other. Some men were versatile and reached a peek by giving or receiving. Things got out of hand a bit at the end with wine glasses filled with the yellow nectar, but everyone went home satisfied.
Gaby decided to stay the night in his room since it was too late to go home. The German lady invited herself to stay with her and Gaby was more than pleased to accommodate her. Gaby knew she wanted to be fucked and he was in the mood. Georges, a.k.a. Gaby had gained some important points with the German military and had wonderful sex.
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Among the French women of Vichy, Geneviève and Isabelle were the most powerful. Isabelle had two advantages: she was younger, and she was bisexual. The women managed to stay out of each other’s way and were taking advantage of the Occupation in different ways. Geneviève was controlling the black market at least as far as food was concerned. She was also playing pimp to many of the German lesbian military, such as Monika, Tessa, and a few others. Isabelle had her own area of expertise: politics. She controlled several ministers, either through sex or blackmail. She also was deep into the German military, with men and women, and influenced decisions concerning French prisoners, refugees, and the like. Both women used their ass to their advantage (and sometimes to someone else’s advantage).
Annie had changed some of that. Although she hadn’t seen her in years, Geneviève still had a soft spot for her if she had been willing to forget the past and fall in love again. Isabelle was deeply involved with Annie and it had gone further than just sex. Annie seemed to be also madly in love with the younger redhead. With the photographs, Isabelle was ahead of Geneviève, but she was still insecure. She thought the best way was to confront Geneviève and settle who was to have Annie.
It was 5 minutes to 6PM when Geneviève, busy closing the back door of the store, heard the bell announcing another customer.
“Sorry I’m just about to close’, yelled the buxom lesbian
Isabelle walked inside slowly, ignoring the warning, and started closing some of the store shutters herself. The inside of the store was suddenly quite dark. Geneviève walked towards the front of the store and saw Isabelle.
“What are you doing here ?”, asked Geneviève, her voice shaking
“I’ve come to help you close the store, so we can have a little chat”, answered Isabelle in a low voice.
Geneviève locked the door and brought down the blinds. Both women came face to face in the large area which separated the front door and the large desk where the cash register sat. The back of the room was filled with tables and food.
“Annie”, whispered Geneviève
“She fine”, answered Isabelle
“She must be lonely”, added Geneviève
Isabelle laughed and squeezed Geneviève’s chin with her right hand.
“I have come to show you that Annie will not be needing even to think about you anymore”, screamed Isabelle
“You want to arrange a public affair or shall we settle it here ?”, asked Geneviève
“Here…right now”, stated Isabelle
The two women were dressed in similar outfits. Blouse with small bra, skirt down to their knees, small panties, and shoes.
Isabelle had let go of her rival’s chin. Geneviève’s hand shot out and grabbed Isabelle’s crotch, squeezing it in the process. An immediate reply came from Isabelle who covered Geneviève’s cunt with her closed had. The two women were hurting each other and at the same time making their cunt wet. The younger redhead put her hand at the top of the opening of Geneviève’s blouse and ripped it from top to bottom, sending dozens of buttons all over the floor. She then put her finger between the two cups of ther bra and snapped it off. Geneviève was topless. Isabelle took off her own blouse and bra. Geneviève undid her skirt and so did Isabelle. Both removed their panties.
As soon as they were naked, the two women yelled and clashed. Heads bumped, arms joined around backs and pulled, tits were slapped and squeezed. Locked in a hair-pulling match, they whispered threats to each other’s face. Spitting. They finally fell to the floor, each driving her thigh between the other’s open legs, soft flesh rubbing against hairy cunt. Finally, they couldn’t help but tongue-kiss, tongue-kisses that were more like love bites. Each had blood drops on her face which excited them no end. They started rolling on the wooden plank floor, until they bumped into the legs of a table, then rolled the other way until they reached the desk. Geneviève was ten yours older and heavier than her rival. Isabelle had hidden strength especially when sex was involved. Each fighter avoided going cunt to cunt right away , trying to tire and excite her opponent and even bring her to a fast orgasm. Isabelle was more the fighter and Geneviève the lover. Both women were sweating as they continued rolling on the floor, locked in a fake embrace, their bodies covered in sawdust. Both whispered insults and also dirty words of love. Geneviève suggested sucking each other until one came. Isabelle agreed and the two lesbians fell on each other again but this time head to toe. Both were expert cunt suckers and knew all the tricks. Geneviève started cheating by masturbating her opponent with her fingers, rubbing her flat hand over Isabelle’s erect clit. Not to be outdone, the redhead did the same to Geneviève and the two women were seen masturbating each other into a frenzy that could only culminate into an orgasm. Both yelled and screamed so loudly that some passersby stopped but didn’t investigate since the shutters were closed. Suddenly Geneviève let out a loud roar and sent a stream of cunt juice that certainly was as strong as if she had pissed. Isabelle turned her head sideways as she got the beginning of the squirt right in her face. Geneviève had another squirt, quite a bit tamer this time while Isabelle managed to hold her cum but was also about to blast one. She bent over and grabbed her painful cunt with both hands.
Geneviève motioned her rival to follow her upstairs, which she did. Isabelle took a shower and put on her clothes, at least what was not ripped. Geneviève also took a shower and dressed but was still half-naked. She gave Isabelle a towel to wrap around the part of her body that showed. Both rivals were happy that they had let out their animosity towards each other. Pecking order had been established. Both were exhausted. They kissed on the lips before Isabelle called for a taxi.
“I hope I fuck her again….for fun this time’, smiled Geneviève after Isabelle had left.
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The special government car was speeding along the main road towards Vichy. On the back seat there was Isabelle, dressed in a pant suit and wearing a beret which hid her red hair. Next to her was the post mistress who was also the one who delivered the mail. She was in her early 20s, rather plain and short, but she had assets which were hidden by her uniform.
The car came to a halt as there was the usual roadblock, after midnight, with French police checking identity papers.
“Papiers, Mesdames”, asked the policeman
“Isabelle Renaud”, answered Isabelle with a smile
“Oh..I am so sorry Madame…I didn’t recognize you in the dark”, apologized the policeman
“And the young lady ?”, he continued
“A friend of mine”, calmly answered Isabelle, careful not to mention the Post Office
“Of course, Madame, my apologies”, blurted the policeman
The car sped off towards the outskirts of Vichy where Hélène, the post mistress, lived.
“Sometimes I wish I had a skirt”, said the policeman to his colleague
“I hear she does both”, answered the colleague
“I’ll bring her to interrogation next time”, laughed the policeman
The car stopped in front of a two-storey building which was in fact a warehouse. The two women opened the trunk and took out three boxes which they carried up the side stair case up to the second floor. Isabelle made another trip to pick up the last box. She signalled to the driver he could go.
Hélène hid the boxes away inside a secret drawer hidden in the cement wall. Isabelle came in with the last box. The women smiled at each other. Hélène didn’t live in the warehouse but she spent enough some time there that she had put two mattresses on the floor and had made sure the bathroom worked. Isabelle was playing a dangerous game. The boxes were filled with anti-German leaflets printed in the countryside just outside Vichy by a group belonging to the French Underground. Hélène was to slip one in each mailbox in the village when she distributed the mail. She used Isabelle’s help regularly since the slightly older woman could cross any roadblock and was known everywhere as what the people called a “collaborator”.
“Is your car waiting ?”, asked Hélène
“No….I sent it away…but maybe I shouldn’t have ?”, asked a puzzled Isabelle
“Silly girl’, squealed Hélène as she put her arms around the tall woman’s waist.
The women felt each other through their pants and kissed. It wasn’t the first time they were doing it. They were not regular lovers but when Hélène’s work gave her enough time to sleep in the warehouse, Isabelle sometimes dropped by.
The women undressed quickly. Hélène had a good pair of tits and asscheeks to die for. She was a little butch and Isabelle loved to be her bitch when Hélène was especially horny. The first thing Isabelle wanted to do was to lick the lady’s ass and that she did. Hélène groaned as Isabelle ran her tongue up and down the small woman’s asscrack , then she stuck her long tongue inside the dark hole and twisted it round and round. Then it was Isabelle’s turn to get her asshole rimmed by her occasional lover. Hélène was ready for a fuck and Isabelle lay on her back, legs wide open, her reddish cunt ready to be mounted.
Hélène reached under the other mattress and pulled out a strapon which she attached around her waist. Isabelle made obscene gestures as her butch was putting her equipment in place. Hélène slowly penetrated the redhead who lifted her legs and crossed them around her lover back. The two women started mating, slowly at first, then the rhythm picked until they both screamed their pleasure. Hélène rolled off Isabelle and they cuddled until they fell asleep.
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It was Annie’s birthday. Isabelle was very busy so she gave Annie a return train ticket and had reserved a room in a posh hotel for the weekend.
“Do me a favor, will you ?”, asked Isabelle
“A friend wants to meet you. Be in your room Saturday evening at 8PM and answer the knock on the door”, continued Isabelle
“Of course, I can do that for you. You have been so good to me”, smiled Annie
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That evening in her room in Paris, Annie answered the door. A woman walked in and turned around to face her.
“It’s been a long time”, stuttered Annie
“Yes, it’s been too long”, answered the woman
TO BE CONTINUED
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