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HOME INVASION III
By Ho Masubi

1.  About the story, HOME INVASION

INRODUCTION
WARNING: This story is sexually explicit in nature 
and should not be read by anyone who is under the 
age of 18 or a not ready or willing to read such 
material. 

First Amendment: 
Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of 
religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging 
the freedom of religion or of the press; or the right of the 
people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the 
Government for a redress of grievances. 

The story is a work of fiction. All information is the creation
of the author's imagination. All persons, alive or dead, or events
portrayed or depicted in this story are fictional and any resemblance
to real people, organizations or incidents is purely coincidental.


1.   About the story HOME INVASION.
The story is not advocacy fiction it is a way to explore the 
issue of incest and underage sex. The story involves 
consensual sex between a 14 year girl and her father. The 
story is not pornography but it involves explicit sexual 
activity. 

2.  Statement on incest and under age sex 
I would not want these events to take place in this reality. I 
have never had any interest in real incest but fantasy incest 
seems very different. Actually there seems to be a biological 
aversion to incest.  Usually people are only attracted to close 
relatives when they have been raised apart. However there 
are exceptions.

In the same way sex between adults and children appears 
so risky for both parties that it is something that no moral or 
sane adult would seek. Any sexual relationships can close off 
choices which have to be taken into consideration before an 
adult can morally engage in such a relationship.  Like 
everything else any act might be moral. 

Laws against incest and underage sex seem to make sense 
because the potential for abuse is too great. In an 
incestuous relationship or a relationship with someone who 
is under age, the difference in power between the two 
maybe so great, that there can be no consent.  This is not 
always the case but laws are made for the greatest good for 
the greatest number and are not made for any one 
individual case. If an act is kept private and no one is hurt 
then it's no one else's business. Once it becomes public or 
once someone is hurt then it become society's business.      


This story takes place in the same universe as the story a 
MARILYN by Ho Masubi (MF rom cons inc) If you like either 
story you are likely to like the other

Any comments are welcome. Please remove the letter ... 
from the following email address and send comments to  
homasubi...@fastmail.fm

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Home Invasion III
By Ho Masubi


Jill and her father were on the plane and were in bed 
together.  Jill's father was eating her pussy and the 
shaking of the plane increased Jill's excitement. Jack was 
so enchanted with Jill's pussy that he couldn't think of 
anything else. Her juices were as sweet as he 
remembered. He never heard of a girl tasting sweet like 
Jill.  His attention shifted to feeling Jill's skin. Her skin 
felt like soft satin silk.  He started rubbing and kneading 
her butt.  He reminded himself that Jill's butt that had 
caused a world wide sensation because of an ad for jeans 
and now her butt belonged to him. 

Jill enjoyed Jack tonguing her.   His playing with her ass 
added to the pleasure of his lapping her pussy.  She 
thought that there could be no better lover.  He was a 
talented, well trained lover who also loved her.  After the 
sick things she endured last week it was great to be back 
with her dad who loved her and cared about her. Still this 
was incest and it made her excited to think about how 
dangerous it was.

When Jack's tongue licked her clit and she felt sparks of 
pleasure glitter through her. Jack picked up and the 
gentle pulsing of Jill's body. He could feel his excitement 
grow and he fought it. He didn't want a climax as he 
never wanted this experience to end: He wanted to lick 
her forever.

He changed the pace by licking the area under her pussy 
between her legs. Then he ran his tongue up and down 
her ass crack.  Jill was always so clean that the crack 
smelled of flowers. Jack knew that while Jill's pussy 
smelled nice naturally her crack smelled nice because Jill 
made sure it did. It turned him on that he had girl who 
was prettier then he deserved.  She was just too damn 
pretty for words.

Then Jack felt Jill pull his head back to her pussy.  He 
could feel her urgency and started to furiously lick her. 
He his pushed his tongue in along the base of her pussy. 
Then he moved his tongue up and licked the top her 
pussy and he ran his tongue up to her clit and then he 
reversed the process moving his tongue down to the base 
of her pussy. Jill was losing control. She started pushing 
Jack's head against her.      

Jill started pushing her pussy up and down. Jack felt her 
excitement and he started licking her clit and when he 
rubbed the bottom of her pussy with his finger she started 
to come.  Jack pulled back and fingered her as she came. 
OOOHaaaa AAAAh ouuuuaha Oh God ooh ah ah.  

Jack wanted to continue to eat her but when she pulled 
her knees up to her chest he knew that she wanted him in 
her. He thrust himself inside her. Being in her was like 
returning home.  He felt their minds merge and could feel 
Jill's orgasm.  Jack lost it and started fucking Jill with 
abandon. He was stroking her full speed.  Then he started 
slamming into her. He slammed into her again and again.  
Then he exploded.  He erupted into her and all he could 
feel was complete ecstasy. Ooh aaah.  Jill held her father 
as he came in her. OOOh aaahhh uhuh aaaaah aaaaah.  
Ouuuuohaaaa oooh aaaah. 

They shared there minds. And then Jack fell into 
darkness.  He/she couldn't move.  Jill was wrapped up 
and held in a dark place.  He could feel that she was 
consumed by terror and wasn't aware of  anything else. 
Then light flooded in and he saw Joan's face twisted with 
hated. Her lips were moving like she was saying 
something but there was no sound. Then Joan just faded 
away. 

"~Daddy I had another flash back.~" "~I saw it.~" 
"~This was different somehow.~" "~I hope I am not 
making you have them.~" "~If you are it is a good thing. 
I need to experience this.~" "~Aren't you afraid?~" 
"~That has nothing to do with it. I want to get through 
this. I am going to find out what mom did to me and 
make her pay.~"    "~You seem very angry~" "~I would 
normally say you have no idea but as you can read my 
mind you must know what I feel. I have learned that 
people who tell you to be nice to bad people are bad 
people themselves.~" "~You are right honey. We are 
going to have to fight back if we are to survive.~"

Their anger made them roll apart. Jill rolled onto 
something cold and hard that hurt her back. "What the 
hay."  Jill sat up on the bed and went through the covers.  
Soon she pulled out a gun and big gun. "What's that?" 
"Oh that's an old time colt 45.  If I had to guess I would 
say that's Crockets gun." "Crocket, Is he a Davenport?" 
"There is Cody, Wyatt, Crocket, Wildbill, and Doc." 
"God it sounds like a TV show." "In some ways it is. I 
am sure you will meet them eventually." "Don't tell me 
you are going to start carrying a gun?" "I think that I may 
have too. Don't worry, I am not dumb enough to try to 
get anything through customs.   I contacted the family 
and they are going to help us. 

I am going to give you the name of a lawyer in Paris. 
You are to call him if anything happens to me." "What 
do you mean if anything happens to you?" "Well if I am 
out of the way your mother gets custody."  "I never 
thought of that. If she hurts you she will be sorry and if 
she gets custody she won't see the next sun rise." "Jill!" 
"I mean it. Don't tell me you wouldn't do the same thing 
if she hurts me."

The plane landed in Bordeaux the next day.  After they 
cleared customs Jill and her father waited with their 
luggage on the curb just outside of the main terminal. Jill 
couldn't believe it. There was a black Dodge Viper with 
a woman behind the wheel coming toward them. "Daddy 
look!"  Jack laughed and said, "It's alright honey."  Jill 
panicked and started to run but Jack held on to her. "It's 
not your mother I had a chance to get a Dodge SR-10 for 
our trip and I took it."  

Jill said "But they don't have Dodge Trucks in Europe."  
"When I was talking to Wildbill in Texas he mentioned 
that Dodge was going to various auto shows and fairs 
throughout France showing off their SRT-10. He said 
that they had just replaced the one that they been using 
and it happened to be in Bordeaux. I had to pull a few 
strings but I got it. A woman who worked for Dodge got 
out of the truck.  She offered to help them load their 
luggage but Jack declined. Jack offered her a ride but the 
woman said she was returning back to the States and was 
leaving on the next flight.

After they got in the truck and started driving Jack said 
that they were headed for St. Emilion.  "I thought the 
Guermantes lived in Bordeaux." "They live in the 
Bordeaux region of France in St Emilion a town about 25 
miles outside of Bordeaux.  

Jill's father filled her in on the way. The Guermantes 
were enormously wealthy and their Chateau was only a 
small part of their holdings. They owned and rented out 
land that was used by other wine makers in the area.  
They also owned vineyards in California and Australia. 
None the less the value of their stock portfolio far 
exceeded the value of the chateau and the rest of the land 
that they owned.

They lived much as their ancestors lived 100 years ago, 
in a palatial chateau with a number of servants.  The 
Guermantes guests were smart, sophisticated and 
constituted a cross section of the very best that academia, 
the arts, industry, and the old nobility had to offer. They 
also entertained in the old fashion way. Their home was a 
place where people came for witty conversation, good 
wine and sexual adventures.  The only rule was all sex 
had to take place in private. The back of the Chateau was 
set aside just for that purpose. 


The truck turned in through the gates of the Guermantes 
Chateau. The drive way was a road lined with poplar 
trees.  At the end of the drive way there were fountains 
and behind them lay the Chateau itself which could only 
be described as a palace.  Walled gardens surrounded the 
Chateau and beyond lay a valley of vineyards.  

Monsieur and Mademoiselle Guermantes were waiting at 
the door to greet the Davenports.  The first thing that 
happened was they insisted being called by their first 
names.   Mademoiselle Guermantes became Oriane and 
Monsieur Guermantes became Marcel.   They ate lunch 
on a patio over looking a rose garden with a fountain in 
the center.  After lunch Marcel took Jack on a walk 
around the wine making faculties while Oriane continued 
to talk to Jill. 

"Jill I am sorry for the problems that you had with you 
mother.  I fear that you have never had a good 
relationship with any woman." "If the truth be told I have 
never had a good relationship with any adult until I had 
sex with my father and while I love my father our 
relationship is not one that I would call normal. There 
was a time I felt that I had a good relationship with a 
photographer that I used to work with but that turned out 
badly when he propositioned me." "Did he try to take 
advantage of you?" "No I unconsciously led him on 
because he reminded me of my father and I think that he 
was in love with me."  

"Well that's understandable I am sure that people fall in 
love with you all the time." Jill found the statement so 
spontaneous and sweet that she blushed without thinking. 
"Jill do not feel bad, quite often girls do not have good 
relationships with men until they are grown but were 
there any woman that you felt close to." "No my mother 
was mentally ill and while she may love me she is my 
enemy and she abused me when I was young." 

"'Younger' I think that you are still quite young."  "I 
don't feel young. If anything I feel old and tired. The 
only friends I have ever had were the other models. There 
was one girl who I was very close to she is a model now 
but I knew her before she did any work in front of the 
camera. Her name is Georgia. God I miss her."  "My dear 
you should call her.  May be she would like to join you 
here for a while," "Could I?" "Of course my dear you can 
do anything you want here, I always wanted a daughter 
and I mean to mother you shamelessly."

   
Just then three women and a man emerged from the 
garden. Oriane gave Jill a hug and kiss on the cheek and 
then she presented Jill to the group. The man stepped and 
extended his hand.  He was in his 40s, quite tall about 6" 
6' and in excellent shape, He had Gallic features and 
while he would never be called handsome he had a look 
that most woman found attractive. Jill was quite taken by 
him. The man stared briefly at Jill, withdrew his hand 
and said, "A thousand pardons but I am late for an 
important call."  The man slipped by them and headed for 
the house. 

Oriane appeared  upset at the man seemingly bad 
manners and turned and called after him. "Monsieur 
Charles!"  Then she turned back to Jill and said "I don't 
know what's wrong but the poor man his seems quite 
overwhelmed lately." She turned again looked at him as 
darted into the Ch teau. The tallest of the women said, 
"Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown in time of war. 
A man like that is too noble by half." She extended her 
hand and said, "Please forgive the Duc d'Orl�ans I know 
that he meant no disrespect, quite the opposite in fact. 
My name is Sarah Vestri." Sara appeared to be in her 40s 
but even Jill was unable to judge much from her 
appearance. The only thing that Jill noted was the 
woman's piercing blue eyes. "Please call me Sarah we all 
go by our first names around here. I have wanted to meet 
you for a long time. You are even more perceptive then I 
hoped you would be.  We must talk later." They shook 
hands and then a younger woman came up. 

She looked around 30, she had shoulder length brown 
hair with light brown highlights. Her face was perfectly 
formed and she had an hour glass figure.  The woman 
extended her hand.  "My name is Odette Bonheur; 
Odette." The woman gave Jill a cold smile.  Oriane had 
her arm still around Jill said, "Jill Davenport is like a 
daughter to me and I would count it as a personal favor if 
you gave this sweet girl your friendship Odette." Things 
got sticky for a moment and then Odette gave Jill a much 
warmer smile and said. "But of course.  Jill I am looking 
forward to our becoming better acquainted." 

The last woman extended her hand. She was in her late 
20s and she had jet black hair and eyes to match. She was 
very thin and wiry Jill could see that the woman was an 
exercise anorexic who would exercise herself into an 
early grave if she were given half a chance. Jill could see 
that the woman must have had one or more black belts in 
various martial arts and she was very protective of Sarah 
Vestri. "Hi I am Prudence Moliere. I am Sarah Vestri's 
companion. I work for her and look after her. And you 
must be the 'Rapper Jeans' girl."   

Odette said, "I remember now. I thought I recognized 
you, you are the girl in the commercial everyone is 
talking about." Sarah looked confused and said, "What 
commercial?" Prudence said, "You know the 'Rapper 
Jeans' commercial. She is the girl that says, 'We America 
girls love Rapper Jeans,' but the girl seems so French." 
"No she doesn't she obviously is American." Prudence 
raised her voice as if she were afraid her companion was 
hard of hearing.  "We are not talking about now dear.  
We are talking about a commercial on TV." "I am talking 
the commercial too, I think" 

At this point Odette spoke up, "I won't disagree because 
it seems you are often right but I wonder how you knew 
that she is American." "She must be an American 
because she looked too French." Prudence said, "I don't 
understand? You say she was American because she 
looked French?" "I said she looked too French. No 
French girl tries to look French they just are French. A 
European girl would wish to assert her nationality a little 
but an American model has no such issue." Now it was 
Prudence who looked confused. "Jill do you know what 
my mistress means."  Jill smiled and said, "But of course. 
She means that I was putting on an act so I did 
everything I could to look and sound French. If I were 
really French I wouldn't have to put any effort into 
looking French so I wouldn't present such a complete 
picture."  

Sarah said, "Now Odette you and Jill need to talk. You 
need to teach her French." Prudence interrupted and said, 
"But the girl knows French."  Sarah smiled and 
continued, "And Odette you must explain you're self to 
Jill. Her friendship will bring you great reward."


Odette asked Jill to walk with her in the garden and the 
rest of the woman went inside. Jill was struck by Odette's 
beauty. Jill had golden skin, blue eyes, blond hair and a 
tight body while Odette had porcelain white skin brown 
eyes and hair with a voluptuous body. They walked 
through the rose garden until they found a place to sit. Jill 
breathed in the fragrance of the roses. "You know I think 
that France, this part of it anyway is more beautiful then 
heaven."  "My dear I think that you are right."  They sat 
silently in the twilight drinking the beauty and tranquility 
of the garden.


Finally Jill said, "If Sarah weren't a genius I would the 
think the woman was crazy or senile but she is right 
about my needing to learn more about the French 
language." "That's amazing, it usually take people a long 
time to recognized Sarah's intelligence. Your French is 
fine.  Many people are like Prudence and never realize 
how brilliant she really is." 


"But why does Sarah needs a companion?" "Well to spite 
being a genius the woman is very ditsy and needs 
someone to look after her." Jill said, "Prudence is also 
her body guard by the look of her." "Prudence didn't 
seem that dangerous to me but nothing about Sarah 
Vestri would surprise me.  No one knows how old she is 
or much about her at all. I met her when at Sorbonne 
when she gave a lecture on medieval musical 
instruments.  

We have several talks over the years on a number of 
issues. The woman seems to know everything but she 
never speaks of herself nor does her companion have 
anything to say about her either. One thing that is 
different is they also have young man with them.  He is 
in his early 20s, his name is Paul and he is quite 
handsome.  He is too young for me of course. I like older 
men anyway.  He seems to stay in his room a lot. I don't 
know what his relationship is with either woman or if he 
has a relationship with them all. Everything about Sarah 
is mysterious but everyone likes to have her around 
because when you follow her advice it seems to always 
work out for your benefit.

Speaking of that before I forget. Sarah asked me to 
explain myself to you." "Do you know what she means 
by that?" "As a matter of fact I do.  I have a PhD. in the 
Archeology.  I am an expert in the way the early 
Chateaus were built and I believe that I am the only 
person who can duplicate the way this Chateau looked on 
the day the building was completed. I am heart broken 
that I wasn't chosen to head the project to remodel the 
Chateau.  I wouldn't bore you with my feelings toward 
you father. If I spoke against him I would lose respect for 
you if you didn't defend him and I wish to be your 
friend." 

Jill said, "There is more to it then that.  You wouldn't be 
heart broken over losing one opportunity. You have 
suffered a loss haven't you." "I have. Sarah said you 
were very perceptive. My fianc� died a year and a half 
ago in an auto accident. I was in the car with him.  We 
were hit by a truck and I didn't have a scratch but he was 
dead. I haven't thought about any man but him since he 
died. He was a professor of Archeology like me and I 
was hoping that my work on the Chateau would be a 
memorial for him and all he taught me." Before Jill could 
speak Odette said, "Let's not talk anymore about my loss. 

From what Sarah says she wants me to teach you the 
different ways people speak French now and in the past. I 
think we should start off with my teaching you about the 
way the locals speak around here." "Is it really that 
different from Parisian French?" "You will be surprised 
to learn that the locals speak French with a great deal of 
Spanish mixed in.  Later I will teach you a little about the 
way people spoke French around here in the past." 

"Ok when do we start?" "No resistance?  You can't be 14 
and just agree to something like that." "Well I always 
worked hard until last year and then I didn't do anything 
but go to school and stay in my room and stare at the 
walls, so will welcome anything which will help me 
forget about my parents divorce.  I also have a feeling 
that if Sarah Vestri wants me to do something I better do 
it."  

Every evening before they went to bed Jill and her dad 
met to discuss the guests. Jill was making a list to see 
what contacts they could make.  In the morning Jill 
would get up and help Oriane tend to the garden.  Jill 
enjoyed getting to know the woman. She was the first 
older woman who was nice to her. In the afternoons Jill 
and Odette would get together.  Jill enjoyed learning 
different French dialects.  Odette was amazed how fast 
Jill learned.  She was especially impressed, how quickly 
Jill learned to speak French the way it was spoken in the 
past. She and Jill did a lot of talking. Jill enjoyed talking 
someone who was like her: A woman who wasn't high 
maintenance because was intelligent and had to work all 
of her life.  


After about a week Jill was ready to call Georgia. She 
waited until 1 pm to call her because Saint Emilion was 5 
hours ahead of New York. If Georgia was following her 
old schedule she would wake up around 8 am have 
breakfast and join Ola in his shop around 10 am. 

Jill said, "Hey Georgia."  "Who's this?  Oh God is it 
really you Jill?"  "Yes it's me." "I hate you. Why didn't 
you call?" "I couldn't. My mother wouldn't let me." 
"Well then why are you calling now?" "After she tried to 
kill me I stopped following her rules." "Come on be 
serious." "I am, she tried to kill me and my father at least 
twice." "Give me a break I am not as dumb as you 
thought." "I am serious and I never thought you were 
dumb." "Oh yeah, you let me think I was ugly." "I taught 
you to be pretty so you could accept being incredibly 
beautiful. It must have been a big shock when you found 
out how beautiful you really were." "Tell me about it. 
What about the fact that you promised to help me with 
my father and then abandoned me and quit modeling. 
"Come on Georgia." Georgia started laughing. "Ok well I 
will let you off the hook this time but you have to 
promise to visit." 

"I can't not right now. I am in France, hiding out from 
mom." "Are you serious?" "I am staying at Chateau de 
Guermantes in the village of St-Emilion which is in 
France." "That sounds nice but how do I know that this 
isn't one of your tricks like you're having cancer or 
marrying George Hamilton." "Did I really say things like 
that?" "You know that you did." "Well I have changed 
because things are a lot more serious lately. I am going to 
be sending you an e-mail with a partial list of the guests 
staying at the Chateau. It's very confidential of course 
but I need to find out if there is anyone who can help us 
or anyone who might want to hurt us." "I wouldn't ask 
you this but this really may be a matter of life or death."  
"You mean it don't you?" "I am not kidding." 

"I have got a lot of news about Ola. He isn't gay." "What 
is new about that? He never had a boy friend." "Damn it 
Jill, is there anything you don't know?" "Plenty, that's 
why I am calling you."  "Ok but a bunch of exciting stuff 
happened." "Listen unless your news is more exciting 
then mine let's talk about it later." "Ok what happened to 
you?"  "Mom tried to kill me over the modeling contract.  
She wants to steal Jillda, my designer label. She sent 
some guys into our house in Connecticut to kill me and 
my dad. After I got them to leave mom murdered them. I 
also have child welfare after me too.  They think that I 
had sex with my father and want to put him in prison and 
on the way to the airport when we were coming here 
mom tried to run us off the road."  "Is that all?" "Well 
there's a few little things like going to an orgy, being 
experimented on by a sadistic doctor and having flash 
backs about the times I was abused as a kid." "Gee and I 
thought that I had news for you. 

Ok here's the deal I must see you even if you are in 
France. I have money and a passport and I can leave 
tomorrow"  "It may be dangerous." "Well I do know how 
to handle a gun. I learned to hunt in Georgia and I am a 
great shot" "Don't even joke about that. I don't want you 
getting hurt: You are the only friend I've got." "I am not 
joking but I know you mean that I should avoid trouble. I 
am going to see you as soon as I can. You know that 
once I decide to do something nothing can stop me."  
"Listen I am going to e-mail you with the names of the 
guests, This is very important so make sure to ask Ola 
about these people. He may not know any of them but he 
has great contacts." 

"Ok I've gotta go I have be uptown early this morning 
because we are doing publicity photos for the new Harry 
Potter film. I am really busy today because tonight dad 
and I are gonna have dinner with the mayor and his 
wife." "Georgia I really need this information as soon as 
possible." "Jill you know I would never let you down. I 
have the same email address and if you have any 
problems just send an e-mail to the 'Camera' web site. 
You should check it out anyway there are some pictures 
of me on it.  Send me an email when you hang up and I 
will check my computer when I get uptown. Don't forget 
to send me your phone number. I don't want you running 
off on me again." "I won't. Please come and visit soon. 
Just let me know when you are coming, I know you like 
surprising people but I am not up for any surprises right 
now." "I can't wait to tell you about the surprise I pulled 
on Ola."

In a few days Jill got the information that she was 
looking for.  Georgia also filled Jill in on her modeling 
and acting work. They talked about Georgia coming to 
visit in about a month when Jill expected to be staying in 
Paris. 

That evening like every evening, Jill and her father 
compared notes. "Jill the judge in the divorce case is 
simply against us. He issued an order preventing me for 
working with my firm while I am in France."  "Daddy 
the judge is serving your interest. I am able to overhear 
people with out their noticing and they all say your firm 
isn't up to the task of remodeling the Ch teau. 

Odette Bonheur is an anthropologist specializing in 
French Chateaus and she says the same thing.  She wants 
to redo the Ch teau herself because she knows where to 
get the kind of materials that were used to build the 
Ch teau originally. She could add a lot to the project." 
"She may know about how the Chateau looked when it 
was originally built but she lacks expertise in modern 
French building methods."  

"Daddy, please tell me because I don't know, does your 
firm the have the expertise you are referring to?" "No I 
guess it doesn't, I know that I need an established French 
architecture firm to redo the Chateau but I can't abandon 
my own firm." Jill said, "Then the judge is really doing 
you a favor.  You can't use your firm, because of a court 
order so no one can possibility be offended." "You are 
right but I just didn't want to offend the people working 
for me.  They have been very loyal to me but I guess they 
can't be offended if I go to a French firm now.  

Still how can I possibly convince a French firm to form 
partnership with me,  when it would be better for them if 
I failed." "Let me take care of that. You need to get 
Odette Bonheur on board before you approach a French 
architecture firm so you can have something more to 
bring to the table then just your designs."  "She hates 
me." "Don't be silly she loves you." "She thinks that I 
am a cowboy." "As I said she loves you."  "The French 
love American Cowboys that's why they are always 
talking about them. Go out to the pistol range and start 
blazing away with your Colt 45; wear jeans and a leather 
jacket.  She'll come around to watch you and when you 
take her for a ride in your Big American Truck and she 
will belong to you."

"I hope you aren't going to be jealous." "We are just 
going to have to trust each other when it comes to sex 
because we are both going to have use sex to survive." 
"You are right. It's not like we can get divorced.  "Daddy 
hopefully everything will calm down and we can become 
monogamous but  until then if you need a sex and you 
can get it go for it." "Yes but what are you going to be 
doing when I am out screwing Odette Bonheur?" Jill 
smiled and said, "While you are busy with Odette, I am 
going to seduce a prince." 

Jill kept trying to get Monsieur Charles alone to no avail.  
She knew he was avoiding her. Jill was usually able to 
get people alone no matter what they did but the duc was 
good at avoiding her. She felt that the best thing was to 
stop chasing him and hope that he would come to her.  
All she wanted was to speak to him in private for a few 
minutes.   

One evening Jill absented herself over dinner. She waited 
in her room until everyone decided on their plans for the 
evening. Monsieur Charles usually played pool with her 
father and a few other men in the poolroom. It was one of 
the few rooms where cigar smoking was permitted. Jill 
walked around the lower floor of the chateau. She walked 
by the game room and saw some people playing bridge 
but her quarry wasn't there. She was glad to see no one 
was watching a movie or TV. The Guermantes had one 
of the few salons left in France or the world for that 
matter and people came here for conversation.  She knew 
Monsieur Charles loved conversation and hoped he 
would take advantage of her absence by spending the 
evening in the drawing room.
 
Jill peeked into the drawing room and there was 
Monsieur Charles seated in the drawing room listening to 
the conversation. Odette was there too, along Sarah Vestri 
and her companion Prudence. Jill had no fears about 
being given a chance to speak people treated her like a 
celebrity because of the 'Rapper Jeans' ads. People in the 
drawing room were always asking her opinion and she 
loved telling funny stories and making jokes.  Jill came in 
and sat down on a chair by herself on the side of the 
room away from Monsieur Charles.
 
Just after she sat down one of the new guests asked, 
"Aren't you the 'Rapper Jeans Girl'?" She was glad she 
was asked the question in this forum because she loved 
having an audience. She wanted to tell the story about her 
first great success selling jeans and this was her chance. 
Well I suppose I am.  I only found out about the furor last 
week." "How does it feel to sell so many jeans?" "I 
already created a similar sensation about two years ago.  
They say that Helen of Troy's face launched a thousand 
ships well my butt sold a million jeans." "Your butt, what 
do you mean." "There was an ad campaign for jeans with 
just me in the picture wearing the jeans. You could see 
my face and my body but the picture focused on my 
behind. At the top of the picture there was some 
suggestive text which read, 'Everyone Wants My.' Then 
on the next page there is a single word 'Jeans.' The sales 
were great but to boost interest even further the company 
that made the ads planted stories calling the ads child 
pornography.

The so called scandal caused the ad to be run on the news 
and on talk shows which reached new market segments. 
The controversy spread outside of the country and along 
with the controversy came a jump in sales.  The jeans 
didn't have any customer recognition in Asia and 
Australia because they had only been introduced into 
those areas a month before the ads came out. With the 
publicity about the brand, from the so called 'scandal,' 
the jeans went from being an unknown brand to a being 
top seller. 

 It was such hypocrisy.  The company itself planted the 
stories and then the President of the company said he was 
out of the county when the ads were made and he never 
saw them.  In reality he was on the set for the whole 
shoot and he approved of very shot. He was let's us say 
very hands on, if you know what I mean." Odette asked, 
"Don't tell me he was grabbing your butt?" "The poor 
man got so excited at one time that he was actually 
humping me like a dog." "That must have been horrible 
for you." "It only happened for a few seconds before the 
man caught himself and stopped. He was very 
embarrassed and apologized. 

Those of you who know me know that I like older men 
but I wasn't attracted to him in the least but I was very 
flattered." Another woman said, "Weren't you afraid?" 
"Not with everyone around; there was no malice only 
boyish lust." "But he shouldn't have done that." "Of 
course he shouldn't, it was wrong but that's why it was 
so flattering.  

Parker Marketing guaranteed that my ads had sold over a 
million extra jeans world wide which was a record. That 
record still stands and people in the business say that it is 
a record that will never be broken. I even got a plaque in 
the Advertising Hall of Fame. Yet in some ways the best 
part was learning that people all over the world found me 
attractive." 

Odette said, "My God Jill you are a breath of fresh air. I 
wonder what you feel about the enmity between our 
country and yours.  Don't you feel that the Americans are 
being unfair."  "Enmity I know of no enmity between our 
countries, only a lover's quarrel and no one fair in a 
lovers quarrel." 

"What do you mean a lovers quarrel?" "France and 
American are two sides of the same coin. The French feel 
the Americans are arrogant and the Americans feel the 
French are arrogant. Actually they both recognize their 
own greatness." So you feel that the French are great 
people?" "The French were painting pictures 1000s of 
years before other people knew what a picture was." 
Sarah Vestri said, "What do you mean?" and Prudence 
answered, "She means the caves around here: The 
famous cave paintings." 

Jill continued, "Critics said the paintings were too 
sophisticated to painted by cavemen but they were 
'French Caveman' for God sake of course they were 
sophisticated." Prudence said, "The thought of a French 
caveman is quite amusing." "In any case the Americans 
accuse the French of being artists and the French accuse 
the Americans of being cowboys. If the truth be told 
cowboys admire artists and artists often wish they were 
cowboys."

Odette seemed somewhat agitated, "But Jill, Americans 
accuse the French of being cowards who can't fight." 
"Well that's a lie the French are the best fighters. The 
problem is France or should I say the French need a 
king." "Don't tell me you are a monarchist." "Not for 
America but the French need a king in peace and 
especially in war. All they need is a strong leader and 
they can conquer anyone. After all Napoleon conquered 
all of Europe." "That's not true he was defeated in 
Russia." "That's why they needed a Frenchmen to lead 
them. The French know clothes but Napoleon being 
Corsican didn't now the importance of hiring a good 
tailor." "Tailor, don't tell that you think that his solders 
were defeated because of their uniforms." "All history 
comes down to fashion.  The buttons on the French 
solders uniforms were made of tin. In a beautiful warm 
place like Bordeaux tin makes a great button but in the 
freezing Russian winter the buttons crumbled and the 
solders coats opened up and they froze. They couldn't 
even keep their pants up. It's an amusing picture even if 
it is tragic, the greatest solders in the world, running into 
battle, with their pants dropping around their knees. 

What a tragedy if Europe was ruled by the French the 
world would have been spared much suffering. After all 
Charlemagne was the last ruler of Europe and that's 
when Europe was at its best. The French are natural 
rulers but without a king they can do nothing. 

Then there is Joan of Arc because of fashion, she made 
short shrift of the English." Monsieur Charles's voice 
rang out, "You would make a great Joan of Arc. You are 
even her age." "I am sorry Monsieur but couldn't bear to 
be her. Her story is much too tragic." Monsieur Charles 
said, "But she had great victories for France." "At what 
cost, her biography clearly states that she cut her hair 
'short and round in the fashion of young men at that 
time.' This was the middle ages and mirrors were rare so 
the poor woman simply had no idea what she did to 
herself. With Joan behind them there was no stopping the 
French. What people didn't know was the French Solders 
would rather face death at the hands of the English then 
to look at Joan."  

Monsieur Charles said, "The English captured her put her 
on trial for being a witch. They made her plead guilty to a 
lie.  She had to tell everyone that she was witch and then 
she they executed her anyway, which was most cruel." 
"Her execution was an act of mercy. What was cruel, was 
during her trial, the English made her look in a mirror.  
Once she saw how hideous she looked she did what I 
would have done or any woman should have done, she 
pled guilty in exchange for being burned at the stake." 

Jill let the conversation move on.  She got up and headed 
for the doors that lead into the garden.   On the way out 
she looked at Charles and trapped his eyes with hers. Jill 
sat down on a stone wall facing the house. Soon she was 
joined by Monsieur Charles who walked up to her and 
gave a bow. Jill jumped up and stood before him. He 
extended his hand and said "I Charles-Philippe d'Orl�ans, 
Prince of Aquitaine, am at your service." Jill took his 
hand and curtsied at same time. "I am Jill Davenport and 
I am honored to meet you." "The honor is all mine young 
lady. "My dear I fear I may have inadvertently offended 
you. I have been avoiding you but it hard for me to say 
why." "I know why you have been avoiding me it's 
because you want to fuck me." 

Monsieur Charles bowed his head in shame. Jill said 
"Please don't feel bad.  You must know by now that I 
feel flattered." "You mean that your remarks were 
directed at me." "They were sir, but they true none the 
less. I am sorry but needed to talk to you." "But how did 
you know my feelings." "I could see them written all 
over you." Monsieur Charles looked even more 
embarrassed. "I have been trained to notice such things I 
doubt that someone who wasn't a model would have seen 
anything." "I must admit that I am intensely attracted to. 
I am so attracted to you I am afraid to kiss your hand.  
You and your father are honored guests and I was told 
you both are in a committed relationship and I respect 
that and you." "We are monsieur but these are desperate 
times for us and I need your friendship."  "You have it of 
course, my dear."  

Jill said, "I have a proposal your majesty." 'Please call 
me Charles or duc." "Alright duc come sit down so we 
can talk." They walked over to an oak bench in the herb 
garden and sat down. Charles said, "And what is this 
proposal of which you speak of?"  "I am talking about a 
special friendship and to secure that friendship I propose 
to offer you an experience that you will never forget." 
"What you are saying seems to imply sex but not on 
going sex." "You are correct Monsieur." The duc smiled 
and said, "You don't have to do this."  "Yes I do, I need 
your gratitude but even more importantly this will be in 
effect an interview where you will see how much of an 
asset I can be beyond sex." 


"So you are offering me an assignation?" "Not really, I 
have no better word for it then an experience a very 
special experience." "When will this happen?" "You will 
receive a note in a few days. All you have to do is follow 
instructions.  This really is a one time offer. It will take a 
great deal of preparation so if you fail to follow 
instructions the experience will be lost forever." The less 
you know the better so if you have any questions save 
them for after the experience. Jill got up and left. Duc 
Charles-Philippe d'Orl�ans, Prince of Aquitaine and heir 
to the throne of France was deep in thought. He was 
thinking that this girl is very sure of herself; she didn't 
even ask if I wanted the experience.   

Charles-Philippe d'Orl�ans: The duc rode his horse along 
the trail through the forest.  The area was heavily wooded 
and there was a good deal of underbrush   He was 
surprised when he suddenly came upon a hidden 
meadow, filled with wild flowers.  In the middle of the 
field at the top of a small hill was a beautiful chestnut 
tree The duc rode his horse under the spreading chestnut 
tree and dismounted.  He laid a blanket down on the 
ground and put a picnic basket upon the blanket. The 
basket contained among other things a bottle of wine. He 
unsaddled the horse and let him graze at the bottom of 
the hill. He couldn't help thinking that if this is a wild 
goose chase it certainly was a pretty one.

The duc sat on the blanket and waited. A short time 
passed and then seemingly out of no where a straw hat 
with ribbons landed next to him. He picked up the hat. 
He looked around and saw nothing at first and then he 
saw a little girl running full speed toward him wearing a 
frilly white peasant dress that a girl might have worn 150 
years ago. In her right hand she was carrying a bouquet 
of fresh picked wild flowers. She was a vision: looking 
about 10; she was a blue eyed blond with golden hair and 
skin; long legs and small breasts. 

She was almost upon him when she stopped suddenly 
before him. "Oh monsieur," She put her hand to her 
mouth and then made a clumsy attempt to curtsy and 
almost fell. "I am sorry for my clumsiness. I am most 
wrenched." When Charles heard the girl speak it was 
clear that her French was from this part of France and 
from a time long ago.  She curtsied again in a way so 
artless that she seemed unbearably cute.  

He handed her the hat.  Thank you monsieur I have 
imposed on you most dreadfully. I keep losing my hat.  
My sisters say that I am clumsily and dim witted I fear 
they are right." The poor thing seemed to be so exhausted 
from her chase that he asked her to sit down. She 
squatted down in front of him and fell backwards: Her 
legs shot up in the air. The girl wasn't wearing any 
panties and she was completely exposed. The duc could 
see her petticoat and  long white stockings which ended 
with a lace garters and he could see her hairless pussy; 
her beautiful pussy.  The girl turned over violently and 
covered herself up. She sat up and promptly began to cry. 
"What's wrong little girl?"  Between tears she said, "I am 
crying because I have offended you by exposing a certain 
part of myself that girls are forbidden to show to any 
man, much less to a most august person like yourself." 
"Nonsense I like looking at your pussy."  The girl looked 
down and blushed. Between sobs the girl said, "You do? 
But that can not be so. Girls are the most wretched of 
creatures and I am the most wretched of girls." "Why do 
you say that? Your beauty dazzles my eyes."  "My sisters 
say I am plain but I fear that I am ugly." 

"My dear you are far more beautiful then the bouquet of 
flowers you have picked." "May I give them to you, 
monsieur, for your kindness?" "Oh no my dear it is I who 
should be bringing flowers to you. Now what would you 
say if I kissed these flowers?"  "It would be most 
appropriate as you are a noble man and the flowers are 
most beautiful."   "And what would you say if I kissed 
you?" "It would never happen, monsieur." And the girl 
burst into tears. "He kissed her on the cheek and when he 
started to kiss her neck she began to laugh. She bent her 
neck to block his onslaught but he borrowed into her and 
by this point the girl was quite out of control with 
laughter. 

     
After Charles came up for air, the girl smiled at him. 
"Your kisses have driven all my silly tears away."  "Good 
from now you must resolve not to call yourself wretched 
or ugly." "But why, monsieur girls are inferior 
creatures?" "Who told you such a silly thing,"  "My 
sisters have told me and I think it is true." "Why do you 
think it is true?" "Men seem totally wonderful to me. 
When I see men like yourself it my only desire is to be in 
their company and to please them."   "My dear, that is 
because you have a kind loving heart not because you are 
wretched." "It can not be so." She stopped and thought 
and then she smiled. "No I must be wrong because a man 
like you knows everything." She stopped and thought 
again. "Now that I think about what you have said, I 
realize that I was quite blind.  Perhaps even a girl like me 
can be of some small value. You are so wise that my only 
wish is for you to instruct me in all things." 

"Well my dear, perhaps you will allow me to instruct you 
in the art of love." "Monsieur is too kind. As you have 
taught me that I love men. I would be grateful for your 
instruction in this manner." "I do wish to know if you 
have received such instructions before." "You must see 
by my clumsy manner and shyness that I have never been 
alone with a man before except papa of course but even 
then usually my sisters and mama are there also." "Are 
there no young men in your village?" "Alas my village is 
small and only contains girls. There are no young men 
like you monsieur; the men in my village are all quite 
old." 


"First my dear you must have a glass of wine with me." 
He turned looking for the wine bottle and he felt such a 
gentle kiss upon his cheek that he wondered if it were 
real. He turned back carefully and saw the girl sitting 
demurely upon the blanket looking down at her lap. "Did 
you kiss me, my dear?" Looking down she said, "I have 
acted most brazenly but you sir are so beautiful that I 
forget myself." The duc lifted her chin so she was 
looking at him. "As your teacher I demand that you 
satisfy yourself in this manner," "How so monsieur?" 
"You must kiss me wherever and whenever you like and 
as many times as you like?" She jumped up wrapping her 
arms around his neck so tightly that she was almost 
chocking him. She kissed him hard upon the cheek 
several times. Then she framed his mouth with her hands 
and gave him two closed mouthed lingering kisses on his 
lips. The kisses were so beautiful that the duc was 
stunned. Before he knew it she was kissing his ear and 
her lips were so dexterous and wet that it was like she 
was using her tongue on his ear rather then her lips. 
Charles was in pure ecstasy his skin turned to gooseflesh 
and he felt dizzy and aroused. 

He thought, my God, she gave me an erection with a kiss.  
He looked at her sitting back where she was. Her eyes 
cast down and she was blushing. "Are you satisfied my 
dear," "For now monsieur." "Alright, now be still I wish 
to pour us some wine and if you kiss me again I will 
become so dizzy that I will spill it.  I wish you to be 
refreshed because I am planning on taking you on a most 
arduous of journeys: One that you none-the-less will be 
grateful for having. 

He handed the stemmed wine glass to the girl. She held 
the glass like a cup and drank the wine.  "My dear you 
must not drink from a glass as you would a cup." "But 
monsieur all we have in our house are earthenware cups. 
I never drank from a glass before. Have displeased you?" 
She looked ashamed. "Not at all, I am you teacher and 
instructing you is my pleasure." He said, "Watch me." He 
showed her how to hold the glass and then he drank from 
it. Then she picked up the glass with such grace that he 
could not help staring. When she drank he realized that 
she truly had ruby red lips.  The movement of her lips as 
she drank left him mesmerized. He forgot himself and 
just watched her beautiful lips as she drank. He watched 
her finish the entire glass thinking of her beauty and 
imagining what her lips could to. 

The little girl looked up and said, "But monsieur you 
haven't touched your wine." Charles drained the glass at 
once and said to the girl, "Come lie with me."  They lay 
down facing each other.  He said, "Stuck out you 
tongue." The girl complied and Charles licked her tongue 
and pushed it back her mouth with his tongue. His tongue 
continued pressing against hers until it entered her 
mouth. Soon he was kissing her in earnest. After several 
deep kisses the Charles broke the kiss and started kissing 
the girl's face.  The girl said, "It is most wondrous having 
your tongue inside of me.  Who would think that a man 
like you would honor me by putting an organ of his, 
inside my body?" "Oh my dear, the honor is all mine." 

After several deep kisses the duc said, "My dear child I 
am in love with you." "Oh you are most kind sir but there 
is something that I must ask.  As wonderful as these 
kisses are, they seem but a prelude to something more?" 
"My dear, I want you to get used to me putting myself 
inside of you, because I wish to fuck you." "Momma 
says that the word that you used is the most a dirty word  
that one can say.  And if the word is dirty then the act 
must be more so." "I fear it is but none the less it is 
something that we will do. Will our doing it make you 
ashamed?" "No monsieur I will feel proud because we 
will become secret conspirators in this act: An act that we 
both know that can never be spoken of in public. My 
sinning with you will bind us together. If we ever we see 
each other again we will smile at our secret crime." 
Charles was overwhelmed and said "The fact that you 
would be willing to sin with me is the greatest honor that 
anyone could bestow upon me." 


The girl said "What is this fucking of which you speak?" 
The duc stood up and exposed himself to the child. He 
stroked his large penis as she looked up at his penis in 
awe.  The little girl looked the duc with lust and she 
reached up for him but then pulled back. "What is 
wrong?" "I need permission to touch something so 
beautiful." "But my dear, didn't' I charge you to kiss me 
wherever and whenever you like and as many times as 
you like?"  The girl took his penis with her hand and then 
kissed it.   She said, "I can not resist." Then she pressed 
her tongue against the head of his penis and then she 
licked it. Then she put both of her hands around his penis 
and pushed it into her mouth. She pushed it in an out 
several times. The she wrapped her tongue around his 
member and sucked it like a nipple. Then she removed 
her mouth from his penis and took a deep breath. She 
kissed it again but the duc pulled away. He stepped back 
and sat down behind the little girl. He unbuttoned her 
dress from behind. Then the girl pulled off her dress 
while the duc took off his clothes. The girl looked 
confused. "Take off your petty coat but leave on your 
stocking and shoes."

He pulled her to him and started kissing her again. When 
he pulled back he noticed her breasts and started off by 
licking her nipples. He took one her breasts completely 
into his mouth and gave it a deep sucking while he 
fondled the other breast.  Then the little girl said, "Sir I 
my other breast calls out for your attention. " The duc 
complied by deeply sucking the little girl's other breast. 
Soon he could hold back no longer. He pushed his tongue 
up her virginal organ.  He could feel that she was wet 
very wet. The duc lapped up her juices and they tasted 
musky and sweet all that the same time.  He had never 
tasted anything as wonderful as this little girl's pussy. Her 
juices tasted like wine and made him feel intoxicated.  

Then he found her clit and licked it with his tongue.  She 
stiffened and then she started stroking his hair and raising 
her pelvis off of the blanket.  He held on to her while her 
hips slowly rose and fell; as he gently licked her pussy. 
He pulled back and put his finger into her; rubbing the 
base of her pussy. At the same time he started to lick her 
clit.  In an instant she was writhing around on the 
blanket. When he entered her pussy again with his tongue 
she stared to come. He pushed his tongue along the base 
of her pussy and rubbed her clit with his finger. The little 
girl was engulfed in pleasure.  She was moaning and 
writhing under him.  "Haaaah Haaaah mmmmmah. My 
God in heaven Oh Oh Oh" The little girl kept coming and 
the duc kept doing everything he could to prolong the 
pleasure.   Oh aaaah aaah ah aha ah." After the girl 
quieted down the duc planted gentle kisses on her vagina. 

He looked up to see if the little girl was alright. She 
stroked his hair and looked down at him with love and 
said, "What happened?" "You came in my mouth my 
dear." The little girl became upset. "Oh I am sorry I lost 
control." She looked like she was about to cry so Charles 
kissed her lips and said, "No, no my dear your coming in 
my mouth was something that I most desired." "But isn't 
coming in your mouth like going the bathroom in your 
mouth?" "Yes, my dear it is." "How is it possible that this 
is something that you desire?" "Because my dear you are 
so perfect in my eyes that I am proud that the pleasure 
that I gave you was so intense that you were driven 
beyond all reason.  Moreover I so worship you that I 
crave nothing more then to debase myself before you. 
You are so wonderful that I would be proud if you 
actually went the bathroom in my mouth." The little girl 
looked confused and then smiled a smile that could only 
be described a beatific. "Oh monsieur please allow me to 
serve you as have served me. I long for you to debase me 
also."

The duc started rubbing his penis against her pussy. The 
girl closed her eyes and looked lost in bliss. He rolled 
over and with all his force thrust the head of his penis in 
to her. Her pussy was so tight that the duc had to work 
hard to make any progress. The duc pushed his penis in a 
little and then stroke his penis fuck back and forth the 
girl's pussy. Then he would push it in a little more and 
repeat the process.  It was slow going by the duc didn't 
want to hurt the little girl. He felt such love for her at that 
moment that he would have gladly died for her. The duc 
was in bliss but was inpatient to gain full access. Then 
the little girl said, "I can't stand that my pussy resists 
you. Please let me get on top." 

The duc immediately rolled over; remaining in her. When 
the girl was on top she pulled back until he was almost 
out of her and then she took the duc's hands and she 
thrust down as hard as she could. Her eyes were filled 
with tears but she pushed forward as far as she could, by 
then the duc about half way inside of her.  The sight of 
her being impaled on him caused the duc to come but 
after he shot a few bursts in her the duc regained control. 
"Does it hurt?" "My pain means nothing compared to 
your pleasure." The girl rose up and forced her way down 
until he was almost in her. The duc looked down and saw 
he had about 2 inches to go. Then little girl said gravely, 
"Now sir you must rape me and rape with out mercy. The 
duc rolled over and then forced his way in to her despite 
the girl's cries. He looked down and he could see the girl 
smile bravely through her tears.  Now that he was all the 
way in the duc stopped and allowed the girl to adjust to 
his being inside or her.  He could feel her pussy shaping 
it self to his penis. He wanted to start off slowly so he 
started grinding her vulva with his pelvis.  He found that 
his movements could cause the girl stiffen with pleasure.   
When he looked down again he could see that the girl 
had forgotten her tears and was consumed with lust.  The 
duc started fucking the girl, slowly at first. He enjoyed 
sliding in and out if her. He looked down at her and she 
seemed perfect to him. He kissed her passionately and 
say, "You are just wonderful my dear," Then he increased  
the pace. He fucked her faster and faster. He could feel 
the little girl's growing excitement.  Then he just lost it 
and started fucking her as fast as he could. He was over 
shot his mark and was too excited to come. He lay 
exhausted on top of her and then he took his well 
lubricated penis out of her and rubbed her clit with his 
penis causing the girl to squirm with pleasure. He got her 
to start to come.

She was writhing under him and moaning when he 
entered her again. The duc started fucking her again. The 
little girl quieted down and their pleasure became one. 
The duc could feel her pleasure and the more excited that 
she got the more excited he got.  They were both carried 
away by duc's fucking. Then pleasure finally broke 
through and the duc exploded into her and then she came.  
The duc kept pumping his come into her.  The little girls 
pussy started throbbing which made him come even 
more. He just came and came again helped by the gentle 
pulsing of her little pussy. 

The duc wanted to kiss her so he slid out of her so he 
could reach her mouth. After and long passionate kiss 
then they rolled over so the little girl was lying on top of 
him with her head on his chest.  The duc was lying 
stroking her hair and giving her gentle kisses. Then it 
struck him that the experience was going to end 
eventually and tightened his hold and the girl.  "What's 
wrong monsieur?"  "Please don't leave me."  The little 
girl lifted her head and looked at him. "I was hoping you 
would take me with you. You see I have run away and I 
have no place to go." The duc's face darkened. At that 
point the duc was thinking that if anyone hurt the girl 
they would have to deal with him. "Have you been 
mistreated?" "Oh no monsieur I have decided to see the 
world." The duc was doubly relieved the girl hadn't 
been mistreated and he would have more time with her. 
"Nothing would please me more to have you come with 
me. Let me get the horse and we will go." The little
girl had one reguest. "One thing monsieur; no one must
see me except the servants."

He took her back to the ch teau and fed, bathed her. He 
had to show her everything; how to eat, how to use the 
bath, and how to turn the lights on and off. No one 
disturbed them: Only the servants came by to make sure 
they were comfortable.  They make love several times 
and they went to bed The duc fell asleep with the little 
girl in his arms.

She woke him by kissing him on the lips and gently 
demanding his love. She wanted to know everything and 
he loved teaching her. She had a million questions and 
she never failed to give him the impression that he was 
the smartest person in the world. They ate on a secluded 
balcony over looking a private walled garden: One of 
many on the estate.  They took walks in the garden and 
played children's games together. They made love several 
times that day.  When he approached her he found that 
she was always ready. What he found most wonderful 
was sometimes this beautiful little child would come to 
him requesting sex in such a gentle innocent way that he 
wanted to spend his life with her. He wondered if he 
could marry her or adopt her. The next morning she was 
gone.    

When he woke up and found that she was not in his bed 
he immediately started searching for her. He wondered if 
she was lost or went back to her village. Then it hit him 
she wasn't a peasant girl from the 1800s but a very 
sophisticated young woman. Now he understood why Jill 
called it an experience rather then a rendezvous. Riding 
the horse had helped but when he saw the girl he didn't 
allow himself to question anything.  Then he realized that 
he told her everything: Secrets that promised never to 
reveal under torture were told freely to this sorceress.

That same morning Jack was out at the pistol range he 
went out there each morning after he drove around the 
property. The Viper surprised people with its usefulness.  
Just being able to bring 500 hp to any part of the 
vineyards in a matter of minutes was a good thing.

Jack was finally starting to feel comfortable with the gun. 
He hadn't fired a gun in nearly 20 years. In some ways it 
was like riding a bicycle. Jack got the basics down 
immediately but his accuracy was poor. He was surprised 
to see how much he had lost. After about a week Jack 
shooting improved dramatically.  He began to despair of 
Odette ever showing up but Jack trusted Jill enough to 
make sure the truck was ready to take the lady for a ride. 
Then one day Jack came to the shooting range a little late 
because he used the truck to pull out some tree stumps 
soon after he started shooting Odette came by.   

This was the first time that Jack got a good look at Odette 
because she kept avoiding him. Jack found that the more 
he looked at her, the more beautiful he realized she was. 
She had shoulder length brown hair with light brown 
highlights. Her skin was a translucent white made even 
more beautiful by a few pale freckles.  Her face was 
perfectly shaped and beneath her thick curved eyelashes 
were  the most beautiful brown eyes that he had ever 
seen. She had high cheek bones with a slightly up turned 
nose and her lips were naturally shaped into permanent 
pout.  Odette was a woman and had the figure of a 
woman. She wore a low cut dress which showed off her 
breasts to good advantage. 


Jack offered to let Odette let her try to shoot the gun. 
Odette said, "Such an archaic devise may belong in the 
American West 150 years ago but hardly of any use in 
modern France." "No weapon is archaic.  Even a sword 
can be very dangerous and you see then all the time over 
here." "Here being France.  Swords are part of French 
culture but guns like that aren't." "Well I hope you will 
forgive me if I carry one." "There is nothing to forgive. I 
don't care what you do, I only wish you did it in Texas 
rather then France.   

"You don't understand our culture so you can't 
understand our architecture."  "You have seen my plans 
for the Chateau, tell me what you think?" "Your plans are 
superb there is no denying that but I think that you got 
lucky. I doubt someone like you has enough 
understanding of French architecture to complete all the 
details needed for an undertaking such as this."  "Why 
not put you theory to a test.  Let's drive around and 
discuss the local landscape and the buildings that we 
see." "Sure I will take your challenge. The only thing is I 
must go into Libourne  sometime today." "That's ok I 
have go to Libourne and swear out a deposition at a 
lawyer's office. My wife's lawyer is going be asking me 
a lot of questions about my firm so I can get permission 
to run the business side of my firm from here.    

They drove through the country side and discussed 
architecture. They talked about the contour of the land, 
the vegetation and even how people affected the style of 
the buildings in the area. Jack was impressed with 
Odette's knowledge of period building materials and how 
those materials could be modified to meet modern needs. 
Jack felt that they were having a good time but tension 
remained between them.  Odette loved talking to Jack 
except that his accent put her on edge. He knew the 
words perfectly but he spoke French like a person would 
speak American English. She wondered if he were 
making fun of her and the French Language. Yet he 
seemed so sincere that Odette couldn't help liking him.   


Over lunch in St Emilion Jack wondered how the 
Guermanties had so much money. Odette said, "They got 
it the old fashion way they married it and inherited it. 
The name Guermanties really indicates a German origin. 
The original Guermanties may have been a Bourbon and 
heir to the throne of France. His mother was married to a 
German prince and he was born after they were married.  
The problem for the Bourbons was the woman had been 
the mistress of a Bourbon prince who was heir to the 
throne of France. There was talk that prince had actually 
married his mistress and gotten her with child before she 
was forced to marry the German prince. 

When the child grew into a man he struck a deal with the 
House of Bourbon. He agreed to change his name to 
Guermantes to end talk that he was Bourbon and 
renounce all claims for nobility in exchange for the 
Ch teau. It was a good deal because the German prince 
who raised him and who legally was his father had no 
money.  Moreover the family of the German prince 
didn't want a boy of doubtful parentage making a claim 
to a German throne either. So the Guermantes line can 
never hold any title of nobility.  They hold a title to the 
land but can hold no other title. As they couldn't hold 
any title they often married for money.  Actually the 
Guermantes seem to marry the kindest woman that they 
can find who is of their class.  

Not having a title led them to support democracy which 
came in handy during the French Revolution. The 
Guermanties as far back as the first Guermanties were 
kind and humble and always saw themselves as farmers. 
They have also sheltered people in trouble no matter who 
they are. Through out history the people in the area have 
fiercely supported the Guermanties and the Guermanties 
have always put the interests of the people before their 
own.


Even though they have always supported democracy they 
are Catholics and they hid priests who were persecuted 
during the French Revolution.  Their service to the 
church goes back so far that there was no problem about 
their son being born in a dishonorable way. The church 
treats the Guermanties as if they were lawfully married 
and happily baptized their son.  They go to mass every 
Sunday and they receive communion every week but 
they never go to confession. In that way nothing is said 
that would deny them the sacrament. Sometimes a young 
priest asks the pastor of the church in Saint Emilion why 
none of the Guermanties ever goes to confession.  The 
pastor always gives the same answer: "No Guermanties 
has ever committed a sin." "Jack said, "Maybe the priest 
is right. I have never met anyone like them." "I know; 
they are the kindness people that I have ever met."  

"But you still didn't tell me how they got so rich?" "It 
turned out that for hundreds of years the Guermanties 
have only produced one son.  This meant that with each 
generation the family became wealthier.   Then in the last 
generation a boy and girl were born. It looked like the 
family wealth would be divided but then the brother and 
sister decided to live together." "Did they have any 
children?" "Yes and true to form they only had one boy. 
He has a BS in Viniculture and he is studying for his 
MBA at Yale." "I wondered why they were able to visit 
us in person. I couldn't see them traveling to Connecticut 
just to engage my services." 

After lunch they continued to drive around the country. 
Jack felt that things were going well. It seemed that 
Odette enjoyed his company. He knew that he enjoyed 
her company.  They laughed a lot and things seemed to 
be going well but Jack could feel that the tension kept 
increasing.

Jack saw how perceptive Jill was, her evaluation of 
Odette was right on the money.  He realized that he 
absolutely needed her to join this project.  It was true that 
he wanted her. The more time he spend with her the more 
attractive she became. He felt guilty for wanting her so 
much. Jack felt if she were less attractive he might have 
fewer qualms about seducing her. He was afraid that he 
would get so involved with her that he would forget 
about Jill. The whole thing was crazy because at some 
level he still believed that his relationship with Jill was 
wrong. 

Then there was the fact that Jill told him to seduce 
Odette. Jack tried to think of a way to convince Odette to 
join his project without seducing her. If he could only get 
her to admit that he should lead the project then he would 
have a chance to talk her into joining it. Jack kept talking 
and talking trying to convince Odette that he could 
handle the project but the more he talked about his 
qualifications the more resentful she became.    

 
With all their talking by the time they got to Libourne it 
was late afternoon. Jack thought he had figured out a way 
to get Odette to admit that he was qualified to handle the 
project. "You said that the Guermanties son is studying 
business at Yale. Well that where I got my MS in 
Architecture.  So how come I am not good enough to 
work on a French Chateau if he can work for the 
Chateau."  

"I can see getting a degree in business in America. 
America is all about making money and money is the 
same everywhere but American Architecture isn't the 
same as French Architecture." Jack was upset about the 
way she just shrugged off his point. "There are basic 
principles in Architecture which you may not see because 
you are an Archaeologist."  "I see the principles because 
as an Archaeologist I am a scientist which you aren't." 
"Don't think that because I am an Architect that I don't 
understand Archaeology.  I also have an MS in 
Archaeology from the New School in New York. My 
thesis was on the History of Architecture and the degree 
was granted by the Department of Archaeology.  My 
thesis adviser was Dell Upten who is both an Architect 
and an Anthropologist. May be you have heard of him?" 
"Not only have I heard of him we both presented papers 
at a conference on the history of Architecture held in 
Paris last year."

"Yes but the point is I do know Archaeology." "The 
point sir is you are not French." "What's that got to do 
with it?" "It has everything to do with it. You are 
ignorant of true culture. You think that you can come 
over here and tell us what to do when France has been a 
successful country long before there was an America. We 
don't need you. You don't even speak real French." "Let 
me tell you something Odette you wouldn't be speaking 
any French right now if it weren't for America, you 
would be speaking German." Jack parked the truck in 
front of a restaurant. "I will meet you in the restaurant in 
an hour and a half."  Then he jumped out of the truck and 
closed the door. Odette thought the arrogance of this 
man. He thinks he can insult me and then expect me to 
join him for dinner.  

It took a while for Odette to complete her errands.  She 
was a little late when she arrived at the restaurant. Jack 
hadn't  arrived yet but Odette decided to get a table and 
wait for him. She drank some wine and in about 20 
minutes Jack arrived. He sat down and looked over the 
menu. He called the waiter over and ordered a bottle of 
Champaign. Odette noted that his questions indicated that 
he could read a French menu at least.

The waiter was bringing over the Champaign when a 
man came into the restaurant and looked around franticly. 
Jack got up and said, "I knew shouldn't have let my wife 
know when I was going to be in Libourne. Jack dropped 
a wad of money on the table and said, "Odette stay here 
there may be trouble; if I don't come back use the money 
to get back to the Ch teau."  Jack bumped into the waiter 
and swung him around.  He shoved a wad of cash into his 
hand. Then he walked out of the door.

Odette wondered what happened and decide to follow. 
When she had gotten outside she could see that it was 
twilight.  She could see that Jack had the truck's door 
open and was reaching inside.  She ran up to him to see 
what was wrong. "Odette I told you to stay inside." 

Then she saw the man who was in the restaurant standing 
behind her. She turned and saw he had a gun and was 
aiming it at her. The next thing she knew she was rolling 
around on the sidewalk with Jack on top of her. Then 
Jack was in front and she was behind him. Odette saw 
Jack kneeling; his head was down. The man who tried to 
shoot her was standing over Jack pointing his gun down; 
directly at Jack's head. He was pulling the trigger but 
Jack's hand moved so fast that all Odette could see was a 
blur. The Colt 45 shot first and the man was driven back; 
his arm had flown up in the air by the time the shot was 
fired.  Odette saw the lights of a car turn on and she was 
in the spot light. She heard shots and saw that people 
were shooting at them. Jack grabbed her and threw her 
into the truck.

The truck roared off followed by two cars. The streets 
were empty as this was the time most people were having 
dinner. They traveled along the streets of Libourne with 
two cars after them. There was no shooting because the 
cars were having trouble keeping up.  They drove up the 
entrance ramp of a three lane highway with two cars after 
them. The road was deserted except for the truck and the 
two cars. Odette could see that the men were holding 
their guns out of the windows of the car. 
 
Jack said, "Those fools have no idea what I can do with 
this truck." He gunned the engine and the truck took off 
like a shot. "If they had any sense they would stop their 
cars and back off the entrance." Soon the cars that were 
chasing them were left far behind.

 As they approached a bridge Jack slammed on the 
breaks. He was just past bridge and he stopped the truck 
and started backing up off of the side of the road. . When 
Jack saw the two cars that were after them he fired up 
500 horsepower viper engine and put the truck in gear. 
The truck was moving forward when the two cars that 
were chasing them flew by. Both cars jammed on their 
breaks. The driver of the second car was breaking when 
he looked in his rear view mirror and saw the black 
monster bearing down on them. He tromped on the 
accelerator as the viper slammed into the car. Time 
slowed for the driver, he saw that his car had skidded into 
a 90 degree turn and was sliding sideways with the front 
of the car facing the side of the road. Because time had 
showed down for him, he was able to see truck slow 
down for an instant; take aim and slam into them. Then 
time speeded up again for the driver as his car skidded 
off of the road.  

The viper picked up the chase after the second car.  
People in the back seat were trying to break the rear 
window so they could shoot out of the back but there was 
no time.  The small French sedan was no match for the 
150 mph truck. The driver tried to out maneuver the truck 
but the truck handled better then the sedan.  The truck 
slammed into the back of the car knocking the passengers 
around inside of the car. The driver was the only one who 
had his seat belt on and he fought to control the car. The 
car was hit again and again by the big truck: All that the 
passengers could do was hang on for dear life,


Jack said, "Damn, that driver is pretty good.  I wish that I 
could drive the truck completely over them but it's too 
risky. Both vehicles were in the right lane. Jack turned 
the truck sharply into the left lane accelerated and turned 
sharply into the right lane slamming the truck into the 
side of the car. Odette saw that the car was knocked 
sideways off of the road like someone swatted a fly.  

The truck slid sideways.  It was skidding off the road.  
Then the truck turned so it was directly heading off of the 
road. Odette thought that they were doomed.  Then she 
felt the truck slow. The truck lurched forward for an 
instant and then there was a squealing of brakes and the 
truck turned almost 180 degrees.  Odette heard the engine 
let out a roar, she was pushed back in her seat as the 
truck powered out of the skid. The next thing Odette  
knew they were moving straight down the break down 
lane. Jack turned the wheel and they were back on the 
highway. 

The truck went faster and faster. Everything was going 
by like a blur. Then the brakes slammed on and the truck 
slid down an exit ramp. Odette looked out of the truck.  
They were parked in grove of trees in the middle of a 
field. Odette was stunned. One moment and they were 
running for their lives and the next they were in a 
beautiful field brilliantly illuminated by the full moon.

Odette still slightly dazed when Jack jumped out of the 
truck and opened her door. Jack said, "Are you hurt? Oh 
God, I couldn't stand it if anything happened to you." 
Jack lifted her out of the truck and carried her to the back 
of the truck and sat her down on the bed of the truck. He 
jumped up on the bed of the truck and said, "I am not 
going to let you bleed out on me."  Jack pulled her up so 
she was standing next to him on the bed of the truck and 
started to pull off her dress. 


Odette tried to stop him and said, "What are you doing? 
Do you think that you can fuck me just because you 
saved my life?" Jack said "You might have been hit by 
and stray bullet and not know it. I have to take off your 
dress to see if you are bleeding any place." Odette said, 
"I don't believe you." But she let Jack pull off her dress.  
Jack looked at her, the only thing that she had under her 
dress was a half bra. Jack looked at her porcelain white 
skin, her full breasts and her perfect figure.  Jack said, 
"You are the most beautiful woman that I have ever 
seen." He kissed her and pushed her down on the some of 
the blankets that he had in the black of the truck. Jack 
was kissing her on the neck and running his hands over 
her body when Odette said, "You bastard you have been 
torturing me all day."  "What do you mean?" "You were 
talking and taking and all I could think was why don't 
you shut up and do me."  


Jack kicked off of his boots and pulled down his pants. 
She looked beautiful in the moonlight.  Jack was kissing 
her and gently fondling her breasts when he said, "I hope 
you don't mind getting laid in the back of a pickup 
truck?" Odette was breathings so heavily that it was hard 
for her to talk but she managed to say, "I have dreamed 
of being fucked by a cowboy in the back of truck like this 
since I was little girl. Now stop fooling around. Fuck me; 
fuck the living shit out of me." 

At that point Jack lost it.  He grabbed Odette's ass and 
forced his way in. He couldn't believe how wet she was.  
He forgot everything he learned about fucking and 
started fucking her as hard as he could. Jack was fucking 
her so hard that she couldn't come. She was getting 
higher and higher. Then Jack regained some control and 
took his weight off of her pussy so she could fuck too. 
Odette responded perfectly. She held the small of Jack's 
back and they furiously fucked in unison.  She pushed 
down when he pushed up and when he pulled down she 
pulled up.  Odette was afraid at first that Jack would 
come out but he timed it just right. Odette was so high 
that she was in another world. Jack felt a pressure build 
up in him. He fought it and tried to keep from coming.  
He wanted this to never end. Odette by this time lost her 
senses and couldn't see or hear.  All she could do was 
feel the ecstasy build inside of her. 

Finally Jack felt that he was coming and he started 
grinding Odette's clit with his pelvis. He knew that he 
had to get her to come too and he didn't have much time.  
He pushed his penis against the base of her pussy and 
fucked her as hard as he could. Then he really let loose 
and used every trick he knew to excite her. Odette felt the 
pace change. She came out of the ecstasy and could feel 
Jack doing special things to her.  Then Odette felt wave 
after wave of pleasure slam into her. She felt like a leaf in 
a hurricane.  Then she could hear something. It was the 
sounds of someone, no two people coming. She could 
hear that she was saying, "Fuck Fuck Fuck Oh god damn 
ah ah ah my Oh ah ah ah ah.  Jack was coming too.   "Oh 
oh oh ahhhhaaa OOOOHa ahhhaaahhhh."  They came 
and came as one.  Then suddenly every thing was quiet.  

Odette heard sirens.  Jack rolled off of her and said, 
"Don't worry the cops are on the interstate.  I am sorry it 
can't be called the interstate here, they are on the big 
road what ever you call it." "I knew what you meant at 
least you try to speak French even those it's the worst 
French I ever heard. You speak French the way an 
American speaks English." "I am sorry I just speak 
French the way I was taught." "No school teaches people 
to speak French like that." "My grandmother taught me 
French. Her name was Broussard before she married my 
grandfather. She was Cajun and there is nothing wrong 
with her French." 

"You're speaking Cajun; I should have known." Odette 
said nothing for a moment and looked down and said, "I 
thought you had a terrible accent. I am so ashamed. I am 
supposed to be an expert on French dialects and you were 
just speaking Cajun." Jack said, "To make up for it why 
don't lighten up on me."  "Ok anything. I really am 
sorry." 

Jack pulled out a bottle of Champaign and two glasses. "I 
took the bottle and some glasses from the restaurant.  I 
figured that there would be a car chase and I always have 
Champaign after a car chase and I always have it with a 
beautiful woman." "That explains everything. No wonder 
your plans for the Chateau are so great and why you are 
such a great lay: You have the soul of a Frenchman." "I 
know." "What do you mean you know? I just figured it 
out. You thought you were an American." "I am an 
American and proud of it but the Davenports started out 
in France if you count Normandy as France." "Of course 
I do. I was born in Normandy." "My grandfather Boone 
Davenport used to say every Davenport has the soul of a 
Frenchman."  "You aren't just saying that?" Jack smiles 
and said in English, "Do you think that I would take my 
granddaddy's name in vain?" 

Jack handed a glass of Champaign to Odette.  The couple 
leaned back against the cab of the truck.  Jack put his arm 
around Odette. They drank in silence. Once Jack had 
finished drinking he put down his glass.  Jack kissed 
Odette's hair.  He kissed her cheek and neck. Odette put 
down her glass and they kissed passionately. He spoke 
softly and she responded in kind. He said, "I need you 
Odette." Odette knew in an instant what Jack was really 
asking but it amused her to play along.  "Oh Jack." "For 
the project," Odette "What project is that Jack?" "The 
Guermantes chateau, of course," "What if I say no?" "If 
you say no then I will kill myself." "Oh we couldn't have 
that but why do you want me? You are an American and 
know everything." 

"I have great ideas for the Chateau but I don't know a 
damn thing about the making the Chateau look 
authentic." "So you have limitations?" "My limitations 
are without limit." "Then why should you be the 
principle architect if you all you did, was draw a pretty 
picture of the way the Chateau might turn out?" "I have 
more then a pretty picture I have a plan for making the 
Ch teau so energy efficient that it will produce more 
electricity then it uses."  At this point Odette became 
serious. "Do you have drawings?" "Yes and if you want 
to see them you have to join the project," "But what 
about the details of the project are you willing to include 
my department at the university." "Sorry we will have to 
go with an established French firm." "That is most wise 
but no firm will have you." Jack smiled and said, "Jill is 
working on that." 

"But of course, while you seduce me Jill is seducing the 
duc." "Something like that." "Jack what can I say what 
you what you have done is so French that  maybe I 
should be suspicious." "Come on Odette, you are French 
woman: You know my desire for you isn't an act." "Yes 
but what about Jill?" "Odette you don't want to marry me 
and you aren't worried abut Jill.  She is beautiful but you 
are beautiful too; besides you like Jill." 

Jack stood up and helped Odette stand up. He lifted her 
down from the bed of the truck and he helped her into the 
passenger seat of the truck. After Jack got into the truck 
Odette asked "Are we going the have a problem getting 
back to the Chateau?" "No we are practically there.  All 
we have to do is cross this field and on the other side of 
the road is the Guermantes property. It takes a little 
longer but I can take the private roads inside of Chateau 
and avoid the police. 

Don't worry, I know how these things go and the guys 
who were chasing us probably escaped the police." "You 
mean you didn't kill them." "I doubt it. I shot the guy in 
the street in the shoulder. As for the cars I drove off of 
the road neither of them crashed and burned so they must 
have survived." "I am ashamed to say this but I was 
hoping that you killed them." "Well that's a relief I was 
afraid that you would be mad that I fought back." "Jack I 
am no fool; remember that."      
 
Charles-Philippe d'Orl�ans came down stairs. He thought 
about what he would say to Jill but he had no answer.  As 
he approached the drawing room he could hear people 
laughing. The Guermanties always had the most of 
sophisticated guests. No one was an innocent here 
especially when it came to sex. They were well educated 
libertines from good families who were at home in any 
western country.  As for jokes this group could be making 
a pun about Jacques Chirac being a puppet called 
Supermenteur one moment and laughing at an absolutely 
filthy American joke the next.  

The duc stood at the entrance to the drawing room. He 
could hear Jill holding court. She was speaking in both 
French and English. She had everyone laughing. She was 
seated on a sofa with her back to him. Her hair was 
brushed straight back and she was wearing a red velvet 
dress. The simplicity of her dress should have made it 
obvious that she was 14 but instead she seemed to be in 
her 20s. The Duc of Orleans wondered who this girl 
really was. Was she, the girl in the jeans commercials, an 
American teenager who loved her father, a sophisticated 
woman in her 20s or that precious little girl?  

He thought he would slip in unnoticed but the moment he 
set foot in the room Jill stood up and gave the briefest of 
curtsies and then said, "Our sovereign has arrived." 
Everyone rose and nodded.  Normally an act such as this 
would annoy him but his uncertainty made her 
acknowledgment a relief. 

The duc responded in English. "Jill I am no one's 
sovereign: Rather I am yours to command." "My dear 
duc I haven't seen you for days and I was worried. Come 
sit next to me and assure me that you are safe." 

The duc walked over to her and Jill took the duc's arm 
and said, "We Americans lost our Orleans to Katrina and 
I couldn't bear it if the original Orleans was lost. They sat 
down together and Jill said, "Promise me that you will 
avoid Katrina at all costs." Someone said, "But Jill you 
can't blame Katrina for New Orleans it was the really the 
fault of the American people for electing your president 
Bush." "He is not my president.  

Besides it is unfair to blame all Americans for electing 
Bush it was the men who were to blame.  The women 
opposed him but they couldn't get enough men to help. 
Ask any American woman and she will tell you how hard 
it is to find an American man who is willing to lick 
bush."  There was a pause and the room burst into 
laughter. Jill whispered, "This is a good time to slip 
away." 

Jill led him outside through the French doors onto a stone 
patio.  They chose the Lily Garden for their walk.  "I 
doubt we are in any danger of anyone eavesdropping on 
us but a stroll in the garden safer and more pleasant. "My 
dear duc the experience that we shared together must 
give you some worry as to my being able to bear the 
responsibility for the information that you imparted to 
me."  "The ability to enchant and the ability to be 
discreet are not the same," "Not at all the same at all.  I 
had to bear a number of challenges that have forced me 
to grow up and become a responsible woman.  Simply 
put I had to learn to be responsible in order to survive."  

They walked through down a garden path surrounded by 
beds of lilies;  illuminated by the full moon. They sat 
down on a marble slab that was supported by a stone wall 
that overlooked a fountain. Jill said, "The night is so 
beautiful that I wish I could stop time and stay here 
forever." "My dear nothing could surpass being with you 
in this garden."  

Jill said "I know you are wondering about who I really 
am. Perhaps telling you about my life with put some of 
you fears at rest. Stop me if my story becomes too boring 
to bear." Jill told the duc about her life.  She told him 
about becoming a top model as a result of her mother's 
threats and that in order for her to become a top model 
she had to become an expert in reading people.  That her 
ability to read people allowed her and her father to 
survive a murder attempt only at the cost of having them 
being forced to have sex at gun point and that after the 
murder attempt she and her father decided to become 
lovers. That the murder attempt was orchestrated by her 
mother in an attempt to steal a line of clothing that Jill 
had invented.  And that several kidnap attempts had 
forced her father and her to fee to France.  

"My dear your story is far from boring. I see now, how a 
girl of 14 has become a woman. You had to. I hope you 
understand what I must do given the grave 
responsibilities that have been thrust on me." "Have no 
fear I want to check my story.  I will provide you with all 
the information that I can to aid in checking my 
background and so will my father. I also want you to 
check out the Davenport Family and Davenport Oil. 
Unlike most Americans I actually have a family and with 
our friendship come their friendship too." "I was afraid 
that you would be offended if I had a background check 
done on you and you father." "We live in a dangerous 
times and so much depends on you. I would be offended 
if you didn't have a complete background check done.     

The suspense is killing me.  Did the experience live up to 
my claims?" "My dear they far excided them, this 
experience was the greatest experience in my life by far. 
It was far greater then my being invested as pretender to 
the throne of France by my family." "I lived the 
experience with you and could see your reaction but 
having you confirming my belief means a great deal to 
me. A great deal was riding on my promise and I wanted 
to be assured that you were happy." 

"My dear you offered far me more then you had to, to 
elicit my help and protection.  I have fallen in love with 
you. Rest assured that I would never press myself on you. 
Still on the off chance you are open to either proposal. I 
will make my request in the order that I desire. I would 
like to marry you my dear and failing that I would be 
grateful for any liaison but most especially a liaison with 
that wonderful little girl." 

"My dear duc nothing is out of the question.  It is my 
hope that my father will continue to be the only man in 
my life and some day we can settle down.  At this time 
my father and I have a somewhat open relationship 
because of the challenges that we are dealing with. I hope 
you understand" "My dear I am French so I do 
understand." "So to more fully answer your question. 
Nothing is possible right now but in a month or so I 
expect that I may be available to you again."   

I feel like a fool for asking the question and I know that it 
is none of my business but what did you feel during our 
love making?" "With a prostitute it would be a stupid 
question but I am not a prostitute. I only have started 
have sex a few weeks ago. At the same time I have often 
taken on parts as part of my being a model and 
sometimes in real life. When I take on a part I never fake 
anything." "I don't understand the little girl was not 
real?" "Yes she was real during the time she was with 
you.  Once I become a character I react in a totally 
natural way. The only way I can be convincing in any 
part I play is by my living that part.  I loved our time 
together. I loved the sex and your love. I am not that girl 
any more but I may be again some day. Even if I don't 
become the little girl again we may simply have a chance 
to enjoy each other some time in the future" "It's almost 
like you become other people: Like having multiple 
personalities." "I never thought of it like that. Please let 
us talk of something else the thought frightens me." 


"Then tell me how you came up with the girl that seemed 
to step right out of my imagination?"  "She is your 
creation not of mine." "I had been observing you prior to 
our speaking because I was trying to get you alone. I 
pride myself on being able to tell what a person's fantasy 
just by observing them.   By the time we had our first 
private meeting I had the all the information that I needed 
to create a special experience just for you. In your case it 
was the little girl. I have been taking lessons from Odette 
Bonheur on the way French was spoken around here in 
the past. The little girl's French and her style of speaking 
is a product of those lessons."  

"My one worry was that having her say that she was 
running away from home, would break the spell." "It 
didn't have that affect because I was totally enchanted at 
that time but if you thought it would break the spell why 
did you do it?"  "I expected that an afternoon of play 
with this little girl would satisfy you. After we had 
intercourse I planed on running off but when it was clear 
that you were upset at the prospect of the experience 
ending, so soon; I needed an excuse to prolong it." "Then 
you don't know everything?" "Far from it; I always have 
to improvise."  

"I must say that I was very upset when I realized how 
open I was with you. I really can't blame myself given 
the affect that you have on people. It's just that I had no 
idea how complete an illusion you would create. This 
morning I actually thought that you had retuned to your 
village. Then realized I was under your spell. At first I 
was embarrassed and then I was grateful for the 
experience. Then I became aware that I revealed 
information that I pledged to keep secret even under the 
pain of death" 

"I knew that you were a very powerful man that is why I 
sought an alliance with you but I didn't know how 
powerful. My research on you picked up the fact that you 
are the current head of the Knights Templers. I thought it 
was just an archaic title because they were disbanded 
100s of years ago." "That's what people were supposed 
to think. The loss of treasure convinces people that the 
story was true but every Templer took a vow of poverty 
and the treasure that was taken was always the property 
of the Church.  The whole thing was just a ploy so the 
group could become a secret organization. No one was 
killed except as a result of the subsequent furor caused by 
having the order denounced by the Pope. 

"Sometimes you would say things that were quite private. 
The problem was that it took a while to understand what 
you were saying because I was thinking like that little 
girl not like I do now. I only really understood what you 
were saying about Templers being a powerful secret army 
after I left you and went to my room." 

"Some people know that I am a power man but only 
powerful in a conventional sense. They do not know of 
changes in my life caused by the 'so called war on 
terror." The best way to describe it is; an attack on the 
West by Islamism. 

I became a powerful man in the conventional sense out of 
a sense of duty to my forbearers. If there ever is to be an 
Orleans king again our family must be a powerful one. I 
bought or gained control of every business that I could 
that served the rich and the powerful.  If a person wishes 
the very best they come to me. I have exclusive access to 
art galleries, antiques, jewelry both old and new. I have 
an arrangement with the best portrait photographer in the 
world. You may know him. His name is Ola." Jill was 
careful to control her voice and her posture. "I worked 
with him a few times."  

"I am a favor broker. People, wealthy and powerful 
people, come to me for favors. Often money doesn't 
change hands at least not with me. Both of the world's 
most wealthy Americans have come to me for wedding 
presents that weren't available for any amount of money 
and in exchange they agreed to put there wealth at my 
disposable if I needed it. Other very wealthy people have 
received favors from me as well as heads of state and 
those with private armies. I am not only able to bring 
wealth to bear I also have dangerous men at my 
disposable too.  Sometimes I would use the power at my 
disposable to advance the good and to punish those who I 
believe are evil. In away I was like a Godfather in the 
Mafia except my businesses were legal of course.      

Now everything is different I have the command of real 
army but I no longer serve myself.  I have obligations to 
the West.  The American CIA is giving the Templers 
money, men and equipment not because me but because 
of the expertise of the men under me whose families have 
been fighting Islamic attacks on the West since the 
Middle Ages. I feel the whole thing is beyond me. I feel 
strange for asking you this but with your ability to read 
people and your ability to enchant them I may need your 
help and advice." "My dear duc I was hoping that you 
would see me as someone who might be of service. I had 
no idea of how powerful you had become. The fact that 
you believe that I might still be a service is a great honor. 
Actually my sense of duty commands me to aid you: A 
command that I could never refuse to obey."

One more thing: Two things actually; I expected that 
once we were walking in the garden together I would be 
all over you trying for a kiss but that is not the case 
why?"  "It is not the case because of my body language.  
My body indicates that I am no someone that you want. 
Of course if you were a gross person you might ignore 
those signals but they are very effective on almost 
everyone." "The other question is about the little girl 
being in pain?" "The little girl thought that she was in 
pain but there was no real pain." "Your self control 
boggles my mind." "It was just something I learned so I 
could find work as a model."


The duc smiled and said, "Now what can I do for you?" 
"My father has been barred from communicating with his 
firm which in a way is a good thing because my father's 
architecture practice is woefully unprepared for my 
father's latest enterprise. He needs to form a partnership 
with a firm in France if he is to be successful in 
refurbishing the ch teau. My guess is you know of a firm 
in Paris?" "You never fail to astound me. The 
Guermantes had come to meet with your father for two 
reasons they were in Connecticut seeing their son and 
they loved initial plan for refurbishing the chateau.  They 
liked it so much that they felt obligated to tell your father 
in person that they were not going hire him. However 
you so charmed them that they had no choice but to hire 
you father." "No wonder they didn't want to see his 
sketches." "People don't understand the French. We 
value people and art and little else. You are both a person 
and a work of art. I am not only talking about your 
oblivious beauty I am also talking about your mind and 
your spirit.  When the Guermantes said that they hired 
your father because of you I thought that they both lost 
their mind but now that I know you I can see they had 
little choice."  

Jill bowed her head and said "Thank you. There must be 
a lot of very angry architects in France right now. We 
have enough to worry about without having to deal with 
Gallic revenge." "You are quite right but I can change all 
that. With my intersession your father can form a 
partnership with almost any firm. I have just the one in 
mind and it happens to be in Paris. Having a partnership 
with a French firm will sooth the feelings my 
countrymen."

Then there is also the little matter of my virginity and a 
divorce case,   I need proof that I am something that I am 
not; a virgin. After that the proof is transmitted to child 
welfare I then need proof that I lost the condition that I 
do not possess in a way that brings no dishonor upon my 
father."  "What else do you require? There must be 
more." 


"But you have asked for nothing for yourself?" "I can't 
think of anything except that my father and I survive." "I 
must give you a present, jewelry perhaps." "Thank you, 
but I hate jewelry.  My dad gave me most of my mother's 
jewelry and I wish I could sell it or throw it away.  
Quality isn't an issue. When I was modeling I hated 
sharing any picture with another model or anything else 
that would distract from me being in the spotlight. 
Jewelry is beautiful and I don't want the competition.  As 
a woman, jewelry doesn't appeal to me either it's just too 
cold.  I love clothes but as I am in a war to regain control 
of my own clothing line a gift of clothing would stir 
feelings in me that I am seeking to avoid." 

"There must be something and it would give me pleasure 
to give you a present of some kind."  "Then if I must ask 
for something let me ask for two things. I need to return 
to my study of Jiu-Jitsu and if you can help me find a 
teacher I would be grateful. There is one thing would 
give me pleasure and is of no practical value and that is 
fencing lesions. France has the greatest fencers in the 
world and I would love to study fencing in France." 
"When you and your father go to Paris you will be 
staying with me of course and I will arrange for to have 
the best teachers in both disciplines come to my house to 
provide instruction." "I would be most grateful." "None 
the less I still reserve the right to shower you with gifts 
once I find what out what would give you pleasure." 

As they walked back to the Chateau Jill said, "My father 
will arrive shortly He and Odette Bonheur were just 
involved in a car chase of some kind and I am sure that 
he will need you help in dealing with the police." "When 
did this happen?" "It just happened. I know it because I 
can hear my father thoughts; hurry." 


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