" Get the fuck outta here or I’ll turn my hose on ya!" the restauranteur threatened."We're going, we're going," Darius said as both he and Leandra g...ot to their feet, gathered their goods, and rushed out of the alley, their bare butts wiggling a hasty goodbye to the restauranteur."What a grump," Leandra whispered to Darius."Fuckin' nerds," the restauranteur cursed to himself out of their earshot.*************************************************Weeks after Darius had sent in the contest stories. They start to dress up. Marc wearing tight denim shorts, white blouse, knee high fishnet stockings and he applies make up to his face.The other boy who im nicknaming s*s wears those tight jeans, a black blouse with a red vest over it and he too starts to apply make up.Then they're just talking and showing off how they're wearing their outfits and taking pictures.All i can say is "Wow, this is sexy" Then i think "Why didn't the bastard do this with me!?"Now things get heated up, i can feel Lisa. The sidewalks were crowded with tourists and shoppers, and we walked slowly arm in arm talking of everything and nothing while looking into the shop windows. Eve was enthusiastic about how the Parisian women dressed, and I made a mental note to take her shopping for some new clothes.After the Concorde, we passed into the Tuileries garden, through the Arc du Carrousel and into the courtyard of the Louvre, where we bathed our feet in the fountains surrounding the glass pyramid. From there I led. They have a function hall on the other side of the building, which I had been too all of once for someone's wedding reception, but had noticed the night club side of it, though I wasn't quite sure what it was at the time. I heard of their Halloween costume contest, so I read some reviews for the place online. There were a large number of people who labeled this place a “meat market” but also mentioned their theme nights, with Halloween being at the top of those lists. With having to spend so.