“You are not cheap, Elo. You deserve it and much more. Or should I order a container load of it?”

“Thank you so much, Pierre. A container, why not make that a nice wedding gift, my love?”

“If that’s what you want… then that’s what you’d get baby, baby”.

“Kiss me Pierre”, Elo whispered and dropped the perfume on the bed. The weather was cooler, and evening was fast approaching. This I could tell from the second window which faced the road, a large football field and the blue sky. I kissed Elo softly and slowly, while she kept rubbing her body on me seductively. She soon stretched her hand...