“No.” I hang my head “Oh”. But with my cheek still stinging from earlier I don’t question further. I quickly step into the panties followed ...by the skirt and socks. Next I pull the hospital gown off and wriggle into the training bra, which feels just a smidge too small. I glance towards Steven but he seems to be focused on his phone.As I’m pushing my feet into the shoes I realise everything fits perfectly; well except the bra.I pick up one of the ribbons and start putting my hair into a ponytail. He seemed perfectly at home here, but something about him made her think he was not a native. He had gone native but France was not where he was born, she was fairly certain."And here we are, Rue de Cerisoles, as promised. Your shop should be on the other side of the street. I will be in that cafe," he pointed to one a little farther down on the Champs Elysées, "in about an hour, I have to go and take care of a couple of things while I am on this side of town. Here is the number to my cell.. I told her that you are good at poking holes into hypotheses." But I have no clues! I read up, of course, yesterday evening, but..."Joey laughed."What?" she asked."I bet you did. Don't you always?" Well, I like to be prepared so I don't look clueless."Joey snorted, clearly amused over her understatement. If anything, Deirdre had been pure Banzai when it came to reading up.They drove in silence for a while with each of them following their thoughts. Joey was mentally going over his talk again,. Of course, she had the one hundred “G’s” stashed in her safety deposit box at the trust company around the corner. She knew there was no way to explain her wealth except to lie about winning the lottery. Even the twenty thousand bucks she had in her student checking account was somewhat suspicious considering the expensive clothes she had purchased in the last twenty-one months of babysitting duties.She had hidden the many gifts of perfume, erotic clothing, and other perks of special sessions.