“Bit of a thrill seeker, huh?” he asked from the kitchen.“I’m really not. This is very out of character for me.” He came out into the living... room a few minutes later with two mugs of coffee. He handed me mine, and I took it, blowing on the top to cool it off. He sat in a black leather lazy boy across from me.“So do you skinny dip at night because otherwise you’ll burn?” he asked, a coy smirk on his face.As a natural redhead my skin was beyond fair. I was white as snow except for the few. After arriving in Paris, he visited with some manufacturers and selected a line that he thought would sell well back home. To celebrate the new acquisition, he decided to visit a small bistro and have a glass of wine.As he sat enjoying his wine, he noticed that the small place was quite crowded, and that the other chair at his table was the only vacant seat in the house.Before long, a very beautiful young Parisian girl came to his table, She asked him something in French (which Murphy could not. "Do you, maybe want to come in for a drink? I'm sure it was a long trip here." Not wanting to refuse the offer from a gorgeous girl, I happily accepted. She led me inside and to her kitchen as she went to the fridge and grabbed a pitcher of water. As she opened the fridge door and bent down to reach the bottom shelf, her perfectly shaped ass was open for me to ogle. As I continued to stare, I noticed the faint panty line that was made the shorts stretching on her. I quickly looked away as she. I was sorely tempted to turn my head ninety degrees, to feel those firm lips against mine. But a public display of affection in front of Sgt. Papa was ill advised. He already thought the two of us knew each other intimately. No need to feed that fantasy."I repay you. I promise." Her grin lit up the room. With MacBook in her arms, the power cord dangling after her, Nashta ran for her car, the same one she delivered pizzas in. I stood a bit taller for having done a good deed for a deserving young.