So I ask you to show some indulgence to inevitable errors which you will find in this text. By hoping, however, that there is not too much! Well, at l...east, I tried my best! This short lesbian novel is the translation of a text which I wrote in French, there’s some years ago. I sincerely hope you’ll like it. Love you all, folks! Johanne (English version)That makes about fifteen minutes that I walk in the street now. According to the numbers of doors, I do not have to be any more so much far. It really wasn’t that far, but he realized she was rather small. As he reached up he heard her move behind him and suddenly felt her hands sliding around him from behind. Startled, he almost dropped the box on his head, but somehow recovered. “Careful,” she purred, “someone might hear us.” He didn’t know who someone might be or what they might hear, but his heart was pounding in his chest and his cock was suddenly rock hard from her touch. Her smell surrounded him as she ran her hands all along. Don't believe a word of it. The only stiff thing about Nigel is his... but I'm leaping ahead.The lowest point of our cultural 'bore-nanza', after a series of non-events in Italy, Austria and I don't know where else, came an hour or so into a trudge around the National Gallery, London, England, UK. Don't get me wrong, I like art galleries. But with Charlie? I mean even if I don't arouse Charlie, you'd think the Rokeby Venus might.It wasn't like he didn't see it. He spent twenty minutes. There were no more movie houses, and various old favorite stores and shopping centers were either lost or absorbed by bigger, more generic chains. Any traditional concept of "Downtown" was fading fast --Except for Ladies and Gentlemen. L&G was by no means the only strip club around -- those had scattered to suburbs near and far -- but it was the one left that bothered to feature headliners, starlets of the American "blue" scene.The feel of L&G was also quite unique. It existed adjacent to the.