"Strip," ordered the blonde, "and make it snappy!!!" "Here," Amy Jo asked incredulously, while glancing around the stall!?! The blonde quickly showed ...her dom temper when she retorted quickly, "You fucking take them off or I'll rip them off for you, understand, cunt?!?" A shudder rolled through Amy Jo, and she commenced to remove all of her clothing, not stopping until she was standing naked in before the dominant blonde. Amy Jo's nipples instantly puckered up in the cool air, and the blonde. "To five years of us," she smiles, her ring reflecting the sparkle below, and I repeat: "Five wonderful years." The glasses chime, and the last of the wine makes its way down our throats. Gathering up the glasses, and the remains of our pastry dessert, we begin our descent into the warmly lit streets of Montmartre arm in arm. All the way back to our hotel, we talk excitedly of the next few days: the Musee d'Orsay and no more of the Louvre than we feel like, walks in the parks and the grounds of. We had known each other for over a few months and somewhere inside there had been a bit of fire burning inside both of us but none of us was moving forward…..There happened a time when I had resigned and post couple of weeks she had also put in her papers….that was start of the time when we both started spending quite a bit of time together and started getting comfortable with each other in a non-professional environment…..Hotel Leela became our fave hangout and we used to land up at that place. Over on the mainland, Lowell and Lawrence and thereabouts, we heard stories of all the factories and the many jobs they had. Modern efficiency and all that. But we also heard about the very long hours and the low pay and people losing hands in the machines and worse, and most of all we heard about the pollution. Poisoning the rivers, dirtying the air, soot and filth everywhere you turned. Even for a couple of filthy street urchins like Wendy and me, that had the power to scare us straight — for.