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NiagaraChapter 1.I’d painstakingly planned and laid out a vacation to Las Vegas to end all vacations. This was still old Las Vegas, or, as close as we’d ever get to old Las Vegas. A full two weeks. We’d never been. Then disaster struck. Her mother, my mother-in-law by marriage conned Katie-Girl into going East from Omaha instead of West. I tried in vain to get her to change her mind, but, she was intractable. The only good thing was her mother agreed to watch our newborn son while we took one week to vacation somewhere “close” to Ohio.I had no choice but to map out another vacation, half as long as the first. We decided to do Niagara Falls then on to New York City before returning to Ohio. We crossed over into Canada just after midnight, Friday morning. We checked into a nondescript motel on Clifton Hill and went fast asleep. Bright and early Saturday we did a grand tour of the wax museums, ending up in the late afternoon at Tussaud’s. As we explored the joint I quickly became aware that a middle aged, well dress gentleman was with regularity “bumping” into us. He was alone and regaled, at least Katie with his knowledge of the history of the wax figures and historical dates they represented.He spoke with a heavy French accent, but, his English was fluid and easily understood. Katie had taken French as her high school requirement and then was so adept that she took advanced French as an elective her Senior year. I was lucky to get thru Spanish 101 and would not have if not for her tutoring me. He and Katie communicated mostly in French as he got quite a kick out of her fluently keeping up with him. I tried to steer her away but she was dazzled by this guy I could tell. As we got close to the end and their renowned “Chamber of Horrors” he’d drifted ahead and then out of sight. I was relieved. canlı bahis “Cully, you shouldn’t be so rude. He was so nice.”I mumbled something in response as we came to the cutoff to the “Chamber of Horrors.” It was agreed that I’d go alone. It was too intense for her. We’d gone on our honeymoon and she’d cried for 3 hours, then called her mother, from the hotel room. That call got the crying started up again and it was a lost night. Plus that 90 minute International phone call cost a small fortune in the early ’70s.”I’ll see you in the gift shop, sweetheart.” I barely heard her as I quickly got to my favorite part of Clifton Hill. I emerged almost an hour later, a little queasy myself from the experience.Needless to say Katie-Girl was not in the gift shop. “Sir, your wife wanted me to tell you she is having a cup of coffee at the cafe across the street with monsieur Reid.” The cashier informed me, my ashen face a dead giveaway as to whom I belonged. ‘Who in the Hell is monsieur Reid?’Henri Reid was the guy’s name and he was sitting across from Katie when I rushed into the place after nearly getting run over because I crossed in the middle of the block.I put on my game face because Katie gave me that look that told me I damn well better, sat down and had a coffee and a delicious piece of German chocolate cake. Truth be told it blew my shorts off. And he was paying which only made it more delicious. Though I may as well have been in the motel room eating that cake. They were lost in conversation that was strictly French and laughter that was universal. I pretended to understand them because I didn’t want to get my ass chewed out later. And I wanted to get my nut later as well.I excused myself about then and used the restroom. I was quick. I didn’t want them ditching me. bahis siteleri Thank Christ they were still there.”Cully, Henri has invited us to dine with him tonight. He wants us to be his guests for the evening.”Chapter 2.”Henri, we’ll need to change for the evening. Our motel room is up the street a ways. We’ll meet you at the restaurant.” She had the decency to speak English so I knew what the Hell was going on.”Mon Cheri, allow me to drive you to your motel. I’ll wait for you there and we’ll drive over together. There is an excellent French restaurant where I am staying and the chef is a personal friend of mine. Qui?””Merci, mon ami.” Katie.”Sure, I could eat a cheeseburger and fries.” Me. Five minutes later Katie was riding shotgun while I was crammed into the back area of his red BMW M1. It looked brand new.I had a pretty good idea where this was headed and I was intrigued but I did not care for this guy. And he didn’t like me. I was super cargo and I knew it.”Katie, this guy is a pussy hound. You do realize that, don’t you?” He was waiting for us in his car 6 feet in front of the room door. Wanted to make sure we couldn’t get away, or, Katie couldn’t.”I thought watching me with another man was your quest in life, Cully?” Her tone a bit harsh and accusatory. Damn her.I bit back. “Just so you know, youngster. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.””Fine.””Fuck it. Just go without me, Girl.” I quit changing clothes. Thankfully so did she.”I’m sorry, Cully. I know you’ve wanted this for so long and he is quite charming. I’m willing if you are, sweetheart, but, only if you are.” She came into my arms. She was shaking slightly like a tuning fork. I squeezed her tightly and the trembling ceased. Finally, since I first discovered her missing from the gift shop the knot in my stomach released.I bahis şirketleri quickly finished dressing and peeked out the window.”He’s still there, Girl.” “Cully-Boy?” I turned to find her primping and polishing in front of the mirror. That particular reference to “Boy” was reserved for very special occasions. She’d christened me such one afternoon after school on my parent’s couch when my parents were not home.”Panties, or, sans panties?” Damn her.”Sans.” My tuning fork trembled.”Good, then I’m all set.”Chapter 3.The hotel overlooked the Falls. I’d seen the listing when I was planning the trip. The room rates were beyond anything we could afford. Way past our means. Henri tried to get us to come up to his room while he changed for dinner. “To see, to see the Falls. I have a fantastic view. Magnifique.” Katie had the restraint to look to me for permission.”No.” Me.”After dinner for sure, Henri. Merci.” Katie.He left us in the lounge after speaking softly in French to the maitre d. He was known. Without a doubt.”Cully, we should have went up. I want to see the Falls from up there.””I’m sure we’ll end up there sooner or later, Girl. You like the attention of an older man, do you not, youngster?” I teased. She furiously blushed in response.”I think so.” Her eyes a fierce hazel under the muted lighting.”Are you really sans panties, mon cheri?” My best imitation of Maurice Chevalier. “Qui, monsieur.” Her giggle exquisite. “Here, Cully-Boy, let me show the monsieur.” She glided around the arc of the crescent booth we were seated in-molded against my form-took my right hand-marinated my index finger in her warm mouth-unobtrusively guided it between her legs-beneath her short black cocktail dress-and whispered softly into my right ear:::”Est-ce que?””Katie!” I admonished her, my index finger getting a fresh marinade.Her laughter igniting my mood, transcending me from severe angst to rapt anticipation in a matter of moments.”Do you still wish to observatrice, monsieur?””Qui, mademoiselle.””Amour?””Amour, mademoiselle.”

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