One Night In Paris I Haven't Forgotten, She Didn't Bother To Charge Me

I was in Paris on business. I was staying in a small hotel close to the office. I walked out of the hotel, and across a small park where I ran into the girl. She wore a wraparound skirt and the wind picked it up flashing her panties. Our eyes locked, she was embarrassed, I smiled and she smiled back, and ran along. Good way to start the morning.

That evening I had something to eat at a neighborhood place. Lo and behold she walked in. As soon as we locked eyes again she froze. I stood and introduced myself, offered her a place to sit. She turned me down, something about meeting her brother. Standing there felt foolish, I sat down and again offered to chair across from me. Her name was Celeste.

I told where I was staying and if she felt lonely to stop by. To that she stood as to go, but her brother wasn't there. After the meal I offered to walk her home. She said she lived with her mother, we should go to my hotel. The desk clerk wasn't thrilled with me, but he let us go up the elevator.

After some fun, she left and I washed up to go to bed. The phone rang it was the clerk downstairs. He had to tell me that it was a small private family hotel. To please not bring prostitutes there. I asked what he meant by that? Celeste was a girl in the neighborhood, everyone knew she was a prostitute.