Part Two

Piper stood in Camille’s front garden and looked up. Her house was in the middle of the row and only had two floors. Camille’s house was at the end of the row and had a third floor. It was also deeper, with the kitchen in a single-story extension.

“This house was a bed & breakfast guest house when I was a kid,” Rachel explained. “The woman who ran it was a right dragon, she used to terrify me.”

“Which is your bedroom,” Piper asked as Rachel unlocked the door.

“The top floor,” Camille replied, as she grabbed Piper’s hand, leading her into the house, “Can I show Piper my room before you continue your story?”

“Of course you can. You’ve got a bag of new clothes each, why don’t you try them on upstairs.”

The girls grabbed a bag each, and giggling as they ran, headed up to Camille’s room.

Rachel sighed as she put the kettle on. She was so glad Camille had found a friend so quickly. She wished she’d spent less time at school chasing boys, and more time forging friendships.

She’d lost all her female friends, because she’d seduced all their boyfriends. Kyle wasn’t the first boy she’d slept with; she’d lost her virginity long before then to her best friend’s father when she was 14, yet another reason she was thankful Camille was more interested in girls than boys.

Whilst she’d started things with Mr Kennedy, she was only really testing the power over men that her breasts had given her. She was just teasing Mr Kennedy with glimpses of her breasts, calling out to him over the fence, then bending forwards so he could see down her top.

After doing this a few times, she “accidentally” kicked her football over the fence. Her best friend, Marcie, lived next door, she’d visited the house loads of times, so she didn’t think twice, she climbed over the fence, “I’m just getting my ball, Mr Kennedy,” she said, before turning her back to him and bending at the waist to pick up her ball. She was wearing a short PE skirt and skimpy panties.

This was a huge mistake.

Mr Kennedy reacted in a way her young mind could never have imagined, he grabbed her arm and dragged her inside the house, he threw her over the arm of the sofa and raped her.

Her parents weren’t at home, so after she’d managed to escape, she had no-one to talk to, so she ran a hot bath and sat in it, thinking about what had just happened until the water was cold.

Rachel may not have gone to the grammar school, but she wasn’t stupid. She realised her conduct towards Mr Kennedy would not look good if she went to the police. Yes, he had raped her, but she’d seen enough news stories and documentaries to understand the courts almost always sided with men, even when the victim was only 14.

She also decided she enjoyed the sex, after it stopped hurting; although she didn’t orgasm, something she’d been able to do herself for a few years now.

Finally, she decided that seeing as Mr Kennedy had ripped away her virginity, she may as well have some fun.

Marcie was another girlfriend she soon lost, as even though Rachel never told a single soul about her rape and remained civil to her neighbours, Mr Kennedy obviously felt awkward about it, and the family moved across town and Marcie was enrolled in the other high school.

As Rachel thought about the past, she looked out of the back window. She noticed a woman opening the back gate of the house two doors down. She looked a lot like Piper, so she guessed it was Piper’s mum.

She walked to the bottom of the stairs, there was a lot of laughter from above, the girls would be busy for a while, so she decided now was as good a time as any to introduce herself.

Two doors down, she stood at the back gate of her old house, she could see Piper’s mum filling the kettle, she opened the gate and walked up to the back door, where she knocked gently on the window.

“Oh hello, I’m guessing you’re our new neighbour.”

“Yes, Rachel Duchamp.”

“Welcome back to your old house, I’m Mel.”

“Ahh, Piper has told you about us.”

“She’s spoken of little else since you arrived.”

“I thought I’d introduce myself, and let you know Piper’s at my house, trying on clothes with Camille, my daughter.”

“Come in,” Mel told her, “I’ll put the kettle on.”

Mel opened a packet of Chocolate Hobnobs while the tea brewed, then they sat either side of the kitchen table.

Rachel looked around, “I don’t recognise this at all,” she said, gifting Mel with the same smile that sends shivers all the way down to Piper’s lady parts.

“Dave ripped out the old kitchen when we moved in,” Mel replied, “I feel kind of bad about it, now you’re here.”

“Don’t feel bad, it was really old and tatty. How long have you been here?”

“About 6 years,” Mel replied.

“Ahh, so you bought the house off my mum.”

“We never met her; the house was empty when we bought it.”

“Yes, she moved in with my auntie after my dad died, she lives in Glastonbury.”

“Ahh, that’s sad, your dad dying early like that.”

“Yes, it was. Although his last few years were happy, he spent a lot of time visiting us in Paris. My husband took him to a few places my mum didn’t want to visit, if you know what I mean.”

“I do,” Mel replied, smiling, “I’ve been to Paris, me and Dave enjoyed a few of those places.”

“So have I,” Rachel laughed, “with and without my husband.”

Mel arched an eyebrow at that comment, and Rachel’s expression as she said it.

They chatted awhile about the area, Rachel’s memories from before she moved, their kids, their husbands.

“You said Piper is trying on clothes, are they Camille’s old clothes? I noticed she has a new bra, she said Camille gave it her, is that true.”

“Yes, Piper says she liked how Camille looked, and wished she had a cleavage like hers. Camille is a very kind girl, so she gave Piper her bra.”

“I have to say, she looks far more confident when she has it on. We don’t have much spare money, so I’m afraid I can’t afford to buy her such nice clothes.”

“I hope you don’t mind, I took her shopping today...”

“Oh! I don’t think we’ll be able to pay you back.”

“There’s no need to pay me back,” Rachel assured her, “Piper showed me around the town while Camille had an interview at the grammar school. Piper is a good tour guide; she told me stuff about the old buildings that I never knew. Then I took her shopping, we had a lot of fun. She’s practically the same sizes as Camille, so I bought them both similar clothes, and some more bras, as I realised you may not be able to afford them.”

“I feel a bit awkward, both me and Dave work, but we rarely have spare cash.”

“Where do you work?”

“I work at the Co-op food store around the corner.”

“Oh really, I was in there yesterday, it’s very handy, I think I’ll be shopping there a lot.”

“Dave is the handyman at the big caravan park near the football ground. He enjoys the work, but it doesn’t pay well.”

“Handyman you say, would he be interested in a little extra work? I’m liking this kitchen; I may be able to persuade Jacques to splash out on something similar.”

“I’m sure he’d be happy with some extra work.”

“That’s great,” Rachel replied as she looked up at the clock on the microwave oven, “ahh, I’d better get back, I didn’t tell the kids I was coming here, so they may wonder where I’ve gone. Listen, why don’t you all come round for dinner on Saturday? Jacques is a brilliant cook.”

“That would be wonderful. Thank you.”

“Amazing, 7:30 OK for you?”

“That will be fine. It’s been a pleasure meeting you Rachel,” Mel said as they stood at the back door.

“And you, Mel,” Rachel replied.

A naturally gregarious person, Rachel hugged Mel without thinking, she moved to kiss her cheek, but Mel turned her head and their lips touched.

Rachel was shocked and about to pull away, when she was further shocked as Mel returned the kiss, her arms moving around Rachel, pulling her closer.

They both gasped as they parted, “is that how French people normally say goodbye,” Mel laughed.

“Not after first meeting someone, no,” Rachel replied.

“Well, any time you want to do it again,” Mel replied with a broad grin, “you can even do it to say hello.”

“I’m OK with that if you are,” Rachel said as she opened the door, leaning forwards a little to give Mel another quick kiss.

Back home, the girls were still upstairs, so she shouted up for them to come down, then re-boiled the kettle.

“Are you OK mum?” Camille asked as the girls bounced into the kitchen.

“I’m fine, why do you ask?”

“Your lipstick is smudged.”

“Ahh...” Rachel laughed as she pulled out her phone to use the selfie camera, “your mum is quite the kisser, Piper.”

“You’ve met my mum! When!”

“While you were upstairs, I saw someone opening your gate, so I thought I’d introduce myself, and explain why you’ll be bringing a bag of new clothes home.”

“Ahh, good idea...” Piper replied, “so when did the kissing happen?”

“As I was leaving, I went to kiss her cheek, like a proper French woman, and she moved, we enjoyed the moment.”

“She’s clearly spent a long time practicing with Jordan’s mum.”

“Anyway, you’re all coming round here for dinner on Saturday night,” Rachel told Piper as she poured the tea.

“Cool, I’ll distract my dad if you want to kiss mum again.”

“Thank you, Piper,” Rachel laughed, “now shall we go to the lounge, where I’ll try to finish my story.”

Like Camille’s room upstairs, there were a lot of packing cases around the lounge, but the comfortable looking sofa and armchairs were clear.

“I like this sofa,” Piper said as she settled into, next to Camille, “is it French?”

“Yes, this furniture is very old, it belonged to Jacques’ parents.

“What did he do with everything while he lived here before?” Piper asked.

“He kept his apartment, which was originally his parents’, and rented it to Cristophe while he was in England.”

“What did Cristophe do when you moved back to Paris?”

“He rented another apartment nearby, it was much smaller than ours, but big enough for him.”

“Oh wow! I just thought,” Piper exclaimed, “if Jacques and Cristophe are lovers, what’s Cristophe doing now? And what happened while Jacques was here last time?”

“Well, Jacques visited the Paris office at least a couple of times a month, so they had plenty of opportunities to catch up,” Rachel replied, “now Jacques has moved to the UK permanently, Cristophe is going to be transferred to a UK site.”

“Will he be nearby?” Camille asked, “because I liked Cristophe even before I found out he’s dad’s boyfriend.”

“Not really, he’s going to be working in the Manchester office. Dad’s specialism is nuclear power, so he’s here; Cristophe’s specialism is wind power, so he’s working at the site where they manage the wind farms.”

“Manchester is only an hour away,” Piper told Camille, “My auntie lives in Manchester, she works in a really tall hotel, I went all the way to the top floor once, it was a clear day and she gave me some binoculars so I could see all the way to Blackpool Tower!”

“Wow, that’s amazing, we’ll have to try that one day. Mmm ... does dad know you’ve told us about Cristophe and him?”

“He does, and he’s glad you know.”

“What about Max?”

“I think Max is too young to understand, so it’s probably best to keep quiet about it when he’s around. If he asks any pertinent questions, I’ll explain it to him.”

“What about me and Piper?”

“To him, you’re probably just friends.”

“Ahh yes ... anyway, who saw you from the balcony, I’m dying to know.”

Rachel curled up in her armchair, “yes, my story. So, I looked up and saw long black hair cascading over the side of Patrick’s balcony, then the whistler tossed their head back and I saw their face, and I’m glad I did, she was stunning...”

“Patrick lived on his own,” Camille interrupted.

“He did, but he has a daughter, Beatrice, and Beatrice has a daughter, Anais.”

“Oh yes, I’ve met Anais in the boulangerie on the corner ... yes, she’s stunning, like a model.”

“What’s a boulangerie?” Piper asked.

“It’s a bakery,” Rachel told her, “in France we buy our bread fresh every day, so each neighbourhood has a bakery, ours is on the ground floor of our building.”

“Oh really, there’s a bakery round the corner, opposite the Co-op. They make mostly pies, their lamb and mint pie is heavenly. There’s another bakery a bit further down the road, close to the beach, they make their own bread and pastries. Mum won’t shop there because she doesn’t like paying £2 for a loaf of bread. I had one of their strawberry tarts once, it was amazing.”

“Stop chatting about bread, tell me what happened with Anias!” Camille cried.

“Ahh, so I looked up and saw her. I was ashamed at first, because she’d seen me naked on my sun lounger; then I saw she was smiling. There was something else, I could see in her eyes that she was enjoying the view. ‘why don’t you come up here,’ she shouted down, ‘you’ll be closer to the sun.’ ‘I can’t, I have my baby here,’ I shouted back. Anais disappeared, and I was a bit sad, because I’d enjoyed the view as much as she had.”

“Was she naked?” Camille asked.

“I don’t know, their balcony has planters along the sides, I could only see her head, but she really was astoundingly beautiful.”

“So what happened?” Piper asked.

“I sunbathed a bit more and was about to make some lunch when I heard a knock at the door, so I pulled on a sweater I found on the sofa and opened it.”

“Was it Anais?”

“It was, and unless she’d undressed, she’d been just as naked as I was when she whistled.”

“She’d walked downstairs with nothing on!” Piper cried.

“Yep,” Rachel replied, smiling at the memory.

“Did she kiss you?” Camille asked.

“Yep, then she pushed me into the room, kicked the door shut the held me against the wall as she kissed me some more.”

“Oh my god!” Piper gasped.

“When she’d finished kissing me, she pulled off my sweater and led me to the bedroom. She pushed me to the bed and straddled me, she held my arms down as she licked me, from my pussy to my neck, then she kissed my breasts, she bit my nipples hard enough to hurt, but something about the situation turned the hurt to pleasure and I came harder than I’d done in weeks...”

As Rachel paused for breath, she saw Piper wriggling, her hand down her shorts.

“Undress if you like, Piper, you’ll be more comfortable. Camille honey, get a couple of towels from the kitchen.”

Camille scurried off, and when she returned, she pulled Piper to her feet, spread the towels on the sofa, and undressed her, before stripping herself.

Rachel continued her story once the girls resumed their seats. As she spoke, she watched as Camille’s hand slid over to Piper and she slowly massaged Piper’s pussy.

“Anais didn’t give me any time to relax, she let go of my arms and slid down to my pussy, she licked me ferociously for a minute, which had me coming again, then she clamped her teeth on my clit, almost hard enough to hurt, she sucked on it and teased it with her tongue. I could barely breathe, but she wouldn’t let up, she slipped two, then three fingers in my pussy, then a fourth, and then her whole hand was inside me, she fucked me with her fist as her mouth fucked my clit. Eventually I had to grab her head and pull her away before I passed out.”

Rachel paused again; she watched Piper as she mirrored Camille, they both had a finger in their girlfriend’s pussy, slowly finger fucking each other. She returned to her earlier thoughts, wondering how different the future might have been if Marcie had been in the garden that afternoon instead of her dad. But then she thought that the different timeline may not have led to a future that included Camille, and she simply couldn’t countenance that thought. The rapes, the bad boys who roughed her up, the heartbreaks, the arguments with her mother about her lifestyle; all the badness was far outweighed by her love for Camille and Max.

She heard a cry and looked up, Piper had her free hand over her mouth and her legs clamped shut, trapping Camille’s hand. Rachel watched Piper’s chest; her small breasts were quivering as she experienced her first orgasm. This boded well for the future, as you never forget the person who gave you your first orgasm ... in Rachel’s case it was herself, many, many times before she experienced one with a partner, Kyle came close, but her first came that afternoon in Paris as Anais nearly killed her with 45 minutes of constant ecstasy.

“Oh my god! Is that what an orgasm feels like?” Piper gasped once she got her breath back.

“Yes sweetie,” Rachel replied, “they’re not all as intense as that, but they’re all good.”

“I liked it ... I liked it very much.”

“I enjoyed it too, although my wrist will feel it in the morning. You shut your legs really tight, you could use them to crack nuts.”

“I’m so sorry...” Piper started to apologise, but Camille cut off her apology with a kiss.

“You could maybe open your legs a little,” Camille whispered once their lips parted.

“Oh sorry...” again Camille stopped the apology with a kiss, while Piper relaxed, and Camille removed her hand.

Once she was free, Camille slipped her fingers into her mouth, licking them clean, “mmm, you taste divine.”

“Why don’t you go down on Piper,” Rachel suggested, “you’ll taste her some more. Then you can swap places.”

“Oh wow ... I watched a film with two girls doing that, it looked like it was a lot of fun.”

“I watched one too,” Piper said, her voice still slow and quiet as the endorphins continued to flood her brain, “it was after I saw mum kiss Jordan’s mum the first time, they were kissing for ages, then they went upstairs. I got dad’s binoculars so I could watch them, but Jordan’s mum closed the curtains. I did some research online and watched some films, I got very excited watching, especially one with a blonde woman who looked a lot like mum ... I felt a nice buzz, but nothing like what just happened.”

Rachel watched as Camille slid off the sofa, she pulled down a cushion to kneel on, then tapped Piper’s thighs, spreading them before she leant forwards and got to work.

Rachel was going to just sit and watch, but then she thought Camille may need some tips, but be too shy to ask. She decided to continue her story, speaking slowly and clearly, so Camille and Piper could hear her.

“After I came down, Anais swapped places with me. Whilst I’d kissed girls in the past, I’d not gone any further. I tried to remember what Anais had done to me, but my brain was as scrambled as yours is, Piper. I thought about what I’d like someone to do to me ... I remembered Anais had kissed my boobs and bit my nipples, so I started there. You’ve seen Anais, Camille, she’s built like a supermodel; tall and slender, her boobs are tiny, and she has the most gorgeous nipples. I ran my tongue over and around those wonderfully sensitive nipples, they responded to me and stood to attention like soldiers on parade.

“After I’d worked on both her breasts I moved up and kissed her lips, holding her hands down like she’d done to me. At the same time, I pressed my groin against hers, and oh wow, my mind was blown again as I ground my clit against hers ... maybe you could try that later, you’ll need to be in bed to do it ... and have a towel handy, things got messy.

“When my vision cleared, I slid down the bed, I licked the sheen of sweat as I moved; there was a little pool in her belly button, so I licked it clear, and I’m glad I did, as I found one of Anais’s many erogenous zones, she has another at the base of her spine, and behind her ears. She’s a very sensual girl.

“Apart from photographs and the internet, obviously, I’d never seen a pussy up close before. Yeah, I’d held my make-up mirror to mine, but everything is back to front that way. I spent a while looking at Anais’s pussy. Hers was neater than mine, her lips were mostly internal, and she was shaved as clear as a baby. One thing that drew my attention was a very prominent clit, and a little silver piercing above and below her clit.

“‘what are you waiting for?’ Anais cried, ‘I’m admiring you’ I told her, ‘I’ve never seen another pussy before’. She sat up at this news, ‘really, I’m your first? Oh wow, I expected someone with a body like yours would have girls throwing themselves at you daily.’ I explained that I’d only slept with boys, too many boys, I’d never even thought about sex with a girl.

“‘Even one boy is too many,’ Anais admonished. She pointed at the parts of her pussy that gave her the most pleasure, then she lay back and let me do my own thing.”

“So, Anais is a proper lesbian?” Camille asked.

“Oh yes, she seemed disgusted at the idea of me sleeping with men.”

“She’s so beautiful, I bet she broke every boys’ heart at school.” Camille added, before she turned back to Piper and kissed her pussy lips.

“After I’d spent some more time looking at Anais’s pussy, I moved closer and ran my tongue through her lips from top to bottom, this gained me a long, satisfied groan from Anais that spurred me on. I decided to see how her pierced clit would react to the kind of things she’d done to me. I flicked it a few times with my tongue,” as Rachel said this, she heard a low groan from Piper, maybe Camille had just done it to her.

Rachel was feeling incredibly horny watching the girls, so she quickly removed her clothes and resumed her seat, this one was leather, so didn’t require a towel, she curled up and slid a hand between her legs, playing with herself as she spoke.

“Anais’s clit grew a remarkable amount as I played with it, it was soon sticking out like a tiny penis, about the size of a fingernail. It was big enough to grip with my teeth like she’d done mine. Anais growled, she actually growled, and thrust upwards, grinding herself in my face. I’ve never met anyone as passionate as Anais, before or since.”

The noise from the sofa was growing; from the movements Rachel thought Camille was fucking Piper, this was confirmed as Piper gasped “try another finger, Camille, I’d like to feel two.”

Rachel continued with her story, “‘Use your other hand!’ Anais cried as she came down from an orgasm, ‘in your pussy? Both hands?’ I asked, because she’s slim, and I couldn’t see that working, ‘no, in my ass, two fingers’ she commanded.”

“Wait! You can do that?” Camille asked, “put things up your bottom?”

“Oh yes,” Rachel replied, her voice becoming slow and lazy as her own orgasm approached, “I didn’t know then, but anal sex is wonderful. Not everyone likes it, and you have to be careful, but it’s heavenly in the right circumstances.”

“So, you did it?”

“Without a second’s thought, luckily she was super moist back there from her pussy juices ... god, I had to throw that bedding away, it was ruined ... yeah, while I’m thinking about it, you need lube for anal, we’ll talk about it another time ... so I now had two fingers in each hole, it took a little effort to synchronise my movements, but you should have heard her, I’m glad the neighbours were out, it sounded like we were making a porn film ... oh my...”

Rachel stopped talking as her own orgasm struck, Camille stopped working on Piper as she turned to watch her mother, her head back, her long red hair over the chair arm, her hands between her legs; she didn’t think she’d ever seen anything so beautiful as her mother in the throes of ecstasy.

Rachel blinked and looked around the room as she came down, “gosh, that was exciting ... mmm, I think we’ll have a cup of tea...”

“Maybe you should get dressed first,” Camille offered as Rachel opened the lounge door.

“Ahh yes, which reminds me, we need curtains in the kitchen, just in case we do this again.”

“I definitely want to do it again,” Piper replied, “I especially want to give Camille an orgasm.”

“Did you have sex with Anais again?” Camille asked as they drank tea, fully dressed, around the kitchen table.

“She was my Cristophe for many years,” Rachel replied.

“Did dad know about Anais?”

“He did,” Rachel replied, smiling at a memory.

“Why are you smiling,” Camille asked.

“Because I’m thinking about a double date we had once, and only once.”

“I need to hear about this,” Camille replied, leaning forwards, giving Rachel her full attention.

“You were about six or seven, I’d been sleeping with Anais for a couple of years, and I’d had sex with maybe five or six other girls, most of them after Anais had introduced us. One of these girls, Mathilde, worked at The Ritz, one day she offered me a suite for the night, and there was no way I was passing up on that offer. Anais asked another girl, Amelie, to babysit...”

“I remember Amelie!” Camille exclaimed, “she looked after us a lot.”

“She did,” Rachel grinned, “Amelie said she enjoyed looking after you both, so she was happy to stay over any time Anais and I were out at the same time as Jacques and Cristophe.”

“She was so pretty; I remember one time she cut her hair in a short bob and dyed it blue...”

“Ahh, she had a crush on Lea Seydoux in Blue is the Warmest Colour, and who could blame her.”

“So, you and Anais, and dad and Cristophe stayed at The Ritz?”

“We did. We drank a lot of champagne and got quite drunk. The beds in the suite were huge, which hatched a plan in my head. Instead of your dad & Cristophe using the other bedroom, we all used one bed.”

Rachel got up to make more tea, as the kettle boiled, she turned to the girls, “you’ve both learnt the differences between gay, bisexual and pansexual?”

“Gay people only sleep with the same gender, bisexual sleep with both, I don’t know what pansexual is,” Piper answered.

“Pan means someone who will sleep with men, women and transexuals,” Rachel replied.

“Have you slept with a transexual?” Camille asked.

“No, I haven’t, but I don’t think it would be a problem if the situation arose. I bring sexuality up because I’m bisexual, and so is your dad, Camille, but Anais and Cristophe are gay. Anais only sleeps with women, Cristophe only sleeps with men.”

“OK, we understand that...” Camille said.

“But do you?” Rachel asked, “we had one bed, 4 people, two of whom would happily have sex with anyone in the room, and two who normally only sleep with their own gender. Add we’d had way too much champagne.”

“Ahh ... so what happened?” Camille asked.

“Your dad took Anais’s virginity, and I took Cristophe’s.”

“Really! Did Anais enjoy boy sex?”

“She didn’t hate it. When we woke up the next day, I was worried I’d lost a friend, because I knew how she felt about men. We talked it over in the bathroom, and she assured me that she’d guessed what I had in mind when I invited the men. She said the sex was OK, and she was glad she’d only slept with Jacques, as Cristophe has a very big penis.”

“What was sex with Cristophe like?” Camille asked.

“It was OK. As I’m the wrong gender for him, Cristophe had trouble getting aroused, this was a problem because getting a penis as big as his into a pussy is difficult unless it’s hard.”

“So, what did you do?”

“Remember what I did to Anais?”

“Ahh, you stuck your fingers up his bum!”

“Yes, I reached around and fucked his arse, then he could fuck me. To be honest, even if Cristophe was straight, I’m not sure I’d have enjoyed the sex, he was a bit too big for my liking, and a bit rough. I suppose gay sex is a bit rougher than straight sex, it’s always looked that way to me.”

“You’ve watched gay porn?” Camille cried.

“Of course, and I’ve visited gay sex clubs with Jacques...”

“Isn’t that weird, being in a club with loads of gay men?”

“Not really, it’s not like I was the only woman in there, a few men were married and visited with their wives. Sometimes the wives had sex with other wives, sometimes the wives would have sex with a group, because their husbands were usually bi, like Jacques. The first time I just watched. Jacques checked I was OK watching him have sex, and I was. That time he had sex with a couple, the man was older, the woman was very pretty. I asked Jacques for her name, he gave me her name, Veronica, and her phone number and email address. I phoned Veronica the next day, went on a date a few days later and hit it off almost immediately. We had a lot of fun for a few months, sometimes just the two of us, sometimes Anais joined in. That fun came to an end when her husband got a job in Germany. After our first visit to the club, I occasionally joined in with groups, other times I just watched. Sometimes I came just watching a couple of beautiful men having sex.”

“That sounds amazing, but I don’t think I’d like watching men having sex,” Camille replied.

“And that’s absolutely fine, there’s a huge amount of stuff I did in the past that I’d rather you didn’t do.”

“Like what?” Camille asked.

“I’m not giving you any ideas, young lady.”

“How do I know what you don’t want me to do, if you don’t give me examples.”