Chapter 32

Alice forestalled the questions.

“A new mysterious pretty boy with a French accent. Exactly my type.”

She took a sip of Earl Grey. Recollected where she was and continued. “He wandered the halls looking lost and I answered when he asked, “Can you help me?” He held out a class schedule. He was in all my classes and at the same times.

The scheduling secretary came out from her office and saw me. “Alice? You got this?” I nodded. She turned to him and said, “Henry (Onree), you couldn’t have a better guide.”

And I, like a fool in lust, said, “I’ve got him.”

“Just follow me around. We have the same schedule.”

“Oui, Mademoiselle.”

The french accent had me from the first word. I was thrilled. I admit I sashayed and I could feel his eyes on my ass as if it was a hand. Then it was lunch. I introduced him to my table ... the slumber party girls. He paid them no attention at all. That set the stage ... lunch every day ... he was picked up and delivered by limousine ... it had French Embassy plates. A couple three dates ... the prom ... his uncle has a boat ... and such a boat ... an Azimut Magellano 30 Metri. We toured the boat ... the crew all knew him. He asked about a short run around the harbor. No ... cleaning.

It was very exciting.

Arrangements were made ... this weekend to Atlantic City and the Casinos. They took my picture and produced a fake ID. I could gamble. None of my friends could go ... prior engagements. He actually asked. The limo ... the driver ... flowers ... kisses at the boat. Uncle was directing the departure.

 

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