Disabled Erotica

Giselle

Part 2. Visiting Maurice.

Author Sam James

Giselle undressed completely in her bedroom, then wheeled to the bathroom to get ready for her evening rendezvous with Maurice. She transferred from her wheelchair to her shower seat, and then rolled into her oversized shower cubicle. Before showering she ran her fingers over her mound and sex and decided she needed to shave her pussy, as Maurice would expect her to do so.

She lathered up her mound and love lips with shaving gel and then carefully ran her new razor over her skin, rinsing off with the showerhead. Once she was sure that she felt completely smooth she lathered up her body and showered.

Once dry and back in her bedroom she looked for clothes for the evening.

She decided to wear a cream silk body with poppers at the crotch and lace trim on the breast cups and legs. She eased her body in to this whilst lying on the bed, then transferred back to her wheelchair. She wheeled over to her prosthetic legs stood in the corner of the room and removed the black ankle boots and knitted stockings they wore. She opened a new pair of cheap tan hold up stockings. She deliberately chose a cheap, utility type stocking, as she knew Maurice would be suitably outraged by her choice of nylons and feel obliged to change them for her.

Giselle painted her toenails on her artificial feet with a gloss red nail paint, then as soon as it was dry fitted her feet into the stockings and then smoothed them up her legs. She then wheeled over to her shoe cupboard with her legs across her lap and chose a pair of blue, open toed sandals with a two-inch wedge heel. She fitted these on to her feet and fastened the ankle straps to prevent them falling off. Next, she wheeled back over to the bed where she had left her stump stockings.

Giselle massaged her neatly rounded thigh stump ends before opening a cotton stocking and working it over the end of her right stump. She then smoothed it up her thigh to her crotch. She then did the same for her left stump, which was a little shorter than her right one.

Giselle then picked up her right leg and offered it up to her cotton-sheathed stump. She slipped the socket over her shortened thigh as far as she could, and then did the same with her left leg. To finish fitting her legs she needed to stand to push her stump ends right down into the sockets. She reached over to the bed for her fore arm crutches, and then used them to push her body up to stand on her prosthetic legs. She then reached down to each thigh socket in turn and closed the air release valve thus keeping the suction in her sockets and her legs attached. Giselle rolled her hold up stockings up to her upper thighs and then walked with the aid of her crutches over to her wardrobe to get her dress for the evening.

 She chose a satin, royal blue evening dress to match her shoes, which she slipped over her head and smoothed down over her hips. The dress covered her legs to just below the knee, the top open enough to show a hint of cleavage. She reached round and fastened the zipper up the back then fitted her pert breasts into the bodice of the dress.

Giselle admired her appearance in the full-length mirror on the wardrobe door, smoothing the royal blue satin over her curves. She shuffled round on her slightly stiff legs and admired her view from the rear whilst bent slightly at the waist, pushing her well rounded buttocks out towards the mirror.

‘Ah, you can look so beautiful,’ she whispered to herself. ‘Just a little makeup and we will be ready for Maurice.’

Giselle shuffled over to her dressing table and sat down on the stool with stiff legs. She then used her hands to bend them at the knee when seated to allow her to swing them under the dresser.

Once she had applied some light makeup and brushed her shoulder length black hair she swung round again on the stool and straightened her legs. She pushed her body upright by leaning on the dressing table then shuffled out into the hall, moving slowly on her stiff legs. She didn’t have enough length in her thigh stumps to really lift her legs and so the knee joints did not move as well as she would have liked, however she could walk if she took her time. In the hallway she put on her black trench coat, which covered her dress completely, being hemmed at mid calf, put on her black beret, and picked up her ebony walking cane from the umbrella stand. She could not go to see Maurice using her crutches, as he liked to see her walk on her legs, but the cane provided a little support as she moved along uneven pavements and climbed the stairs on the metro.

Giselle looked at her watch and realised time was drawing on. It was late afternoon and the light would start to go soon. She made her way to the lift that would take her to the ground floor and the reception area.

When the lift door opened at ground level Jean Paul watched her rather ungainly gait as she walked towards him on her stiff legs. He marvelled that she went out of the building on her prosthetics, thinking that her wheelchair would be much easier for her.

She shuffled over to the reception desk and discreetly handed Jean Paul an envelope, saying that she would be back in a few hours.

Jean Paul pocketed the envelope without thanking her for it, as CCTV covered the reception area. He knew the envelope would contain 50 Euros, his commission for allowing a client up to her apartment.

Giselle walked out of her apartment block and crossed the road to the Metro station. She managed to get down the stairs to the platform, which was only just below street level with the aid of the staircase handrail, and her cane. She bought her ticket from the machine on the platform and shuffled onto the first train that came in to the station as they all went through her destination station down by the river. Once on the train she leaned against one of the glass partitions by the doors. It was early evening and so all the Metro trains were crowded, making getting a seat almost impossible.

 When the train stopped at the riverside station she shuffled off it, along with several young people heading for the waterfront bars and restaurants after work. There was a lift to take her up to street level, and so she soon emerged on the bank of the Seine. It was only a short distance to Maurice’s shop on the fashionable riverside walks so she took her time, admiring the view of the early evening winter sun setting over the river, as the street lights began to shine. Giselle checked her watch and realised she was ten minutes early, and so sat down on a bench to watch the comings and goings of the businessmen and their women outside a floating bar just along from Maurice’s lingerie and hosiery shop. She smiled as she watched young, able-bodied women struggle to walk down the gangplank onto the boat in their stiletto heeled work shoes, wondering how they would cope if they had their shapely legs amputated as she had. She knew the same young women would push her aside if she were walking in a crowd with her cane or crutches, having no time for a cripple.

At 6 ‘o’clock on the dot, she pushed her body up from the bench and walked the last few meters to Maurice’s shop. It was almost dark outside, so the view in through the window past the manikin torsos dressed in the finest lingerie in Paris and the disembodied legs clad in the sheerest hosiery was very inviting. Giselle looked though the window and saw a young blond woman at the counter, obviously paying for her purchases. Giselle waited for her to leave the shop, then made her way up the steps from the street to the front door. She opened the door and went inside, closing it behind her.

‘Ah my beautiful Giselle, on time as usual,’ said Maurice as he walked towards her from the back of the shop. He came up to her and kissed her on both cheeks in the charming French greeting, then put his arms round her for a firm embrace. Giselle felt his erection press against her belly as he drew tightly to him.

‘Your last customer looked rather beautiful,’ remarked Giselle. ‘I think she had some effect on you,’ she said, as she rubbed her belly against his swelling.

Maurice pulled away from their embrace. ‘Let me lock the door. We don’t want any last minute customers tonight,’ he said with a smile.

Giselle watched him lock the door and swap the sign from Oeuvre to Firme. She walked over to the counter and laid her cane on it, then unfastened the belt and buttons of her trench coat.

Maurice walked up to stand behind her, and wrapped his arms round her again as he nuzzled her neck. Giselle pushed her buttocks back at him, feeling his erection lodge between them.

‘She did get you going, didn’t she’ mused Giselle.

Maurice let her go, and picked up several pairs of cream knickers and camisoles off the counter and brought them to his nostrils, inhaling deeply the scent of warm, aroused womam.

‘She was hot, and she was here for a couple of hours. She tried on all these before deciding on the ones she bought. She was looking for underwear to wear under her wedding dress. She spent so long in the fitting booth trying each set on, I wondered if she was playing with herself in there.’

Maurice picked up a pair of French knickers and ran his fingers over the crotch then breathed in the heady sex perfume she had left on them.

‘I am surprised that you don’t have a camera in the fitting room, you naughty man,’ said Giselle with a smile.

‘Discretion is most important to me, and my clients, you know that,’ he said, as he inhaled her essence deeply.

Giselle reached out and ran her fingers over his bulge, causing Maurice to groan with excitement.

‘Ah Giselle, I am so glad that I had asked you to come over this evening. I don’t think I could go home to my wife in this state.’

Giselle walked over to a chair beside the counter and lowered herself to the seat. She then lifted her thighs to bend her knees.

‘Come here, Maurice,’ said Giselle with a smouldering look on her face. ‘She was not the only hot pussy you have had in your shop this evening.’

Maurice walked over and stood between her open thighs, still covered to below the knee by her royal blue silk dress. Giselle traced the outline of his cock again, and then unfastened his zip. She then put her hand inside and found the silk boxer shorts stretched over his swollen glans, wet with his semen. She brought his silk-sheathed cock out into the open then put her mouth to his glans, lapping the cooling semen from his shorts. He gasped and put his hands on her head to encourage her to take him deeper in her mouth. Giselle felt him spasm in her mouth, and force a further bead of pre come through the material as she ran her sharp fingernails over his tight, silk clad balls. She also felt her own love oils begin to ooze from her needy slit, still craving satisfaction after her earlier liaison with Pierre. She took him from her mouth and put him back in his pants, zipping them up with some difficulty due to his swelling.

Maurice moaned as she pushed herself to her feet, and shuffled away from him down the shop towards the door. Maurice studied her gait as she walked without her cane, becoming even more aroused by his disabled visitor. She took her time to look at the various items of underwear on display in the shop and looking at her reflection in the several full-length mirrors around the shop.

‘Lift your dress and let me see your legs,’ he instructed.

Giselle smiled as she turned away from him before slowly shimmying her dress up to her upper thighs, showing him her nylons to her stocking tops. She moved her heels apart and swayed her hips to encourage him further.’

Maurice walked up to her then bent down and ran his fingers over her cheap tan nylons.

‘Showing these in my exquisite shop is an insult to me and my profession young lady.’

Giselle smiled and turned slowly, lifting the hem of her dress at the front, showing him her stocking tops and then her lower belly.

Maurice leaned forward and buried his face in the junction at the top of her thighs, inhaling the scent of clean, aroused pussy.

‘Go and sit down,’ he said.

Giselle shuffled back to the chair and lowered her bottom to the seat. Maurice knelt on the floor in front of her and began to caress her right leg from her calf up to her thigh. Giselle pulled her dress up to above her knees. Maurice ran his fingers up her right thigh to the tops of her hold up stockings. He then peeled the nylon down to her knee, exposing the valve of her prosthetic leg. He unscrewed the cap and allowed air in to her stump fitting. Then he gripped her leg above and below the knee and twisted it slightly to break the suction. When he felt her skin release he slowly pulled off her right leg and placed it on the floor by his side. Maurice then did the same with her left leg, leaving her sat in just her stump socks in his shop.

Maurice stood up and picked up her legs.

‘I will be back shortly young lady, with your legs suitably attired to be in my fine establishment,’ he said with mock seriousness.

Giselle tucked the satin of her dress in round her stumps to cover them whilst she waited. She turned round to look out of the window, and noticed a pretty brunette looking in at the corsets and basque’s on display. The young woman spotted Giselle and looked longingly at her, wishing she knew the shop owned well enough to get private fittings after hours. Giselle swivelled round on the chair as she looked at the young woman, and smiled at the look of surprise, then pity on her face as it registered that Giselle didn’t have any legs.

The young woman hurried away from the shop window before Maurice returned with her newly clad pins.

Giselle knew he would take his time, and fit the finest stockings in his store to her artificial legs. She looked round the shop at the many leg models, some stood, some single, some pairs, others reclining, some even toes pointing towards the ceiling, all clad in Maurice’s finest hosiery. She thought of the pleasure he must get in rolling the nylons on to these perfect legs. She knew he even painted their toes in colours to compliment the stockings; such was his love for his ladies model legs.

Maurice returned with a leg under each arm and a rather flushed look on his face. Giselle knew he got more excited dressing her legs than his model ones, as he knew she would walk in them for him. She just hoped he hadn’t creamed his pants whilst caressing the nylon up them, as her pussy was crying out for his eager length.

He knelt before her and showed her the exquisite cream stockings he had fitted to her legs. They had a bow sewn on to the heel and bow patterns all the way up the seams at the back. The lace tops were also adorned with the white bow motif.

‘These are the same as the ones the bride purchased earlier. They looked so good on her legs that I wanted to fit them on to yours too.’

Giselle ran her fingers appreciatively over the very sheer white nylon, and then uncovered her white sock covered stumps to allow him to re fit her legs.

Maurice picked up her right leg and bent it at the knee. He then offered the socket up to the short end of her right thigh and guided the socket up over her stump, smoothing the stump sock to allow the socket right up to her crotch. He ran his fingers across the gusset of her one piece, moulded to her swollen sex lips, feeling the dampness of the material, before pulling his fingers away and screwing the cap on the suction valve. He then rolled the stocking up to her upper thigh, then moved the white, lace trimmed garter up from her knee to help hold the stocking in place. He did exactly the same with her left leg; only he lingered with his fingers tracing the outline of her sex lips this time.

Giselle bent down and kissed him, thanking him for dressing her legs in such beautiful stockings.

‘Walk for me. Show me how beautiful your legs are in the stockings,’ he commanded.

Maurice helped her by straightening her legs and pulling her to her feet, then let Giselle shuffle on her legs up and down the shop whilst he watched her ungainly movements closely. As she walked past him she allowed her fingers to trail across the front of his pants, teasing his throbbing erection. She then turned to face him and slowly inched up her dress to uncover her stocking tops and garters, and then the swell of her silk clad sex at the top of her prosthetic thighs. He put his hand out to touch her but she pushed it away and dropped the hem of her dress. Giselle then shuffled up the shop floor to towards the back of the shop where there was less chance of being observed through the windows.

She waited for him to follow then turned away from him to face a flat topped glass display case. She stood with her back to him and her heels parted, and slowly inched up her dress again, showing him her legs from the rear, allowing him to follow the seams of her stockings from the bows at her ankles to the lace trimmed tops and lace garters. She then shimmied her dress up over her hips to reveal her well-rounded buttocks split by the silk of her one piece. She bent at the waist and put her elbows on the counter, wriggling her hips in encouragement.

Maurice wasted no time and knelt behind her, running his fingers over and kissing her buttocks. He forced her feet further apart then ran his fingers up her right leg from her knee to her hip. She could not feel his hands on the inside of her thighs as her sockets covered her thigh stumps right up to her crotch. She gasped as she felt his fingers trace the outline of her swollen sex again before finding the poppers, and peeling the wet silk away from her sticky lips. He tucked the wet gusset up out of the way at the back and then ran his tongue along her lips, hanging wetly open for his attention. Giselle rocked her hips to allow him to lap all her slit, and gasped as she felt him part her lips with his thumbs and begin to lap round the edge of her hole with his long tongue, encouraging more love oil to seep from her.

Maurice unfastened his trousers and pushed his boxer shorts down with one hand whilst slipping two fingers into her creamy cunt with the other.

‘Oh yes,’ cried Giselle. ‘I love it when you finger me like that.’

She pushed her pussy back on to his hand to show him how much she needed something inside her.

Maurice massaged the leakage over his knob, making it glisten in readiness as he opened her more with his fingers, feeling her love tube open in anticipation of his entry. He found her clit standing proud and exposed and managed to lap it with his tongue whist his fingers were buried deep inside her. Giselle moaned in pure lust as he worked her steadily towards her orgasm. She loved this man, as he always took the time to love her, being as interested in her orgasm as he was his own, unlike most of her clients who just wanted to use her cunt as a place to spurt in, having rented it for a while. She heard her pussy squelching as he pistoned his fingers in and out of her, pumping her love oils out to run down her thighs and soak her stump socks.

‘Oh fuck me Maurice,’ she called. ‘I am so ready for your cock. You must be ready for me.’

Maurice stood and moved up behind her, rubbing his swollen knob up and down her sex slit, coating it with her love cream. He then guided his knob to the puckered entrance to her hole, feeling her kiss the tip as she invited him in. He pushed forward gently, just enough to open her and lodge his knob inside. He watched her sex lips close round the top of his shaft, just his knob inside her. He felt her heat and the twitching of her love muscle as she tried to encourage him deeper. He waited what seemed like forever until Giselle pleaded with him to fuck her.

Giselle cried out again in pure lust, as he lost control and thumped his knob up to the top of her love tube in one savage thrust, opening her all the way as he did so.

‘Oh my God,’ she gasped. ‘You are so big.’

Maurice smiled as he began a steady in and out movement, his piston slipping easily up and down her well-oiled cylinder. He knew she liked it slow to begin with and so he regulated his thrusts, strong, slow, and deep, making sure he touched all the sides of her love tube as he did so, stroking her ever nearer to orgasm. Giselle put her hand down between her legs and began to gently massage her own clit, slowly bringing her pussy up to the boil. She was also rubbing her nipples, which were in full erection and very sensitive against the glass top of the desk, the silk of her camisole and dress giving her the friction she needed.

Maurice felt her love muscles begin to tighten round his shaft as she approached her orgasm. He was close too, so he picked up the pace, slamming his cock up into her needy cunt. He put his fingers down between their bodies and rubbed her sex lips as they clung wetly to his shaft. He also wet his thumb with her juices and began to circle her anus with it, asking for entry into her rear passage. She pushed back against him and opened slightly, inviting him inside her arse. Maurice withdrew his thumb and coated with his saliva, then offered it to her rose hole again.

‘Yes,’ gasped Giselle. ‘Let me feel it in my arse.’

Maurice pushed his thumb in firmly as far as it would go as he felt her tighten round his shaft. He was sure her knees would have started to buckle if they were real. As it was she stood firm and proud, pushing her arse back at him, her upper body quaking as her orgasm gathered strength and ripped through her belly. Maurice felt his cream burning its way up his shaft as his balls tightened. He buried himself in her to the hilt and cried out in pure pleasure as he shot spurt after heavy spurt of his thick white cream right up against the top of her love tube. He felt Giselle grip him tighter than ever as she tried to coax every last drop of semen out of his balls.

They stayed joined together for some time as their breathing slowly returned to normal, Maurice content to caress the inside of her anus with his thumb with one hand and her stockings and garters with the other until his cock softened sufficiently for her love muscles to force him out of her sated hole.

‘That was fantastic,’ she whispered. ‘You can take your thumb out of my arse now, thank you.’

Maurice withdrew gently, and then knelt behind her to catch his warm cream oozing from her open love hole and forming beads on her love lips.

Maurice brought the chair over and helped her turn and sit down. Giselle sat with her legs straight and her thighs well parted, allowing the cool air access to caress her over heated sex. Maurice stood before her allowing her to take his softening cock in her mouth. Giselle sucked him clean, savouring their mingled sex juices. She thought it odd that the semen of a man who had had the snip tasted every bit as potent as that of a man whose cream was full of sperm.

‘Lets go through to my office,’ said Maurice. ‘We can be much more comfortable, and I have a nice bottle of Cognac in my desk.’

Giselle put his cock away for him as he pulled up his trousers, and then followed him into the office.

Maurice bid her to sit in his plush leather director’s chair whilst he poured the cognac. He sat on his desk before her, as the office was rather small and cluttered, with only room for the one chair by the desk. They sipped in silence for a minute, savouring the delicate heat of the brandy.

‘This is a good cognac,’ said Giselle.

‘The very best. I keep it for special occasions and to help me negotiate the best prices from my suppliers,’ said Maurice.

‘I hope you are not about to try to renegotiate our little deal,’ quipped Giselle with a smile. ‘A girl has to make a living, you know.’

‘After what we have just shared, the only negotiation would be a raise. You are so good to me,’ said Maurice.

‘Talking of a raise,’ said Giselle. ‘Come here.’

Maurice put down his glass and stood before her, his growing bulge level with her face. Giselle ran her fingernails over his swelling, causing him to moan in delight, then slowly unfastened his zip. She then unfastened the waistband of his trousers and pushed them down to his knees. Maurice’s erection sprung to attention as soon as the restriction of his trousers was removed, his proud cock tenting the red silk of his boxer shorts. Giselle kissed his knob through the silk, as she felt his balls tighten again as she cradled them in her hand.

‘Let me see your breasts,’ said Maurice longingly.

Giselle leaned forward to allow him access to her dress zip, which he ran down to her waist. She then straightened up to allow him to slip her dress off over her arms, revealing her rounded breasts clad in the cream silk of her chemises. Maurice ran his eager fingers over her silk clad orbs, his thumbs tracing the outline of her stiffening nipples. Giselle slipped the shoulder straps of her chemise off, allowing the silk to fall away, giving him full access to her flesh. She mewed in delight as he cupped and massaged her tits, his thumbs playing over her erect buds. Maurice bent over and took each nipple in his mouth in turn, sucking hard on each one to encourage it to full erection. Giselle slipped a hand under her dress and fingered her creamy slit, as he seemed preoccupied with her tits. Her clit was standing out proud and sensitive again, ready for more stimulation.

Maurice sensed she needed him between her legs again and so encouraged her thighs apart. He knelt between them and ran his fingers up her prosthetic legs to her crotch, opening her sticky lips with his thumbs. Giselle grabbed the back of his head and guided him to her sex. She cried out in delight as she felt his tongue worm its way between her lips and begin to lap the length of her slit.

Maurice guided her heels up on to his desk, and then pulled her towards him so that she was almost lying in the chair with her arse on the very edge. This made her pussy more open to him, and he slipped three fingers into her creamy love hole as he worked on her clit with his tongue. Giselle’s excitement increased as she felt his fingers explore deep within her causing her pussy to squelch with his earlier spending. Maurice began to thumb her clit whilst pistoning his fingers in and out of her hot, creamy hole, his tongue collecting the juices he was pumping out of her. Giselle squeezed her own tits as she moaned and gasped her way towards her orgasm.

Maurice felt her love muscles clamp down hard on his fingers as she almost doubled up in ecstasy, coming hard on his hand. She gasped and cried out for some time as her pussy walls spasmed against his fingers, her new love juices squirting out round his hand.

Eventually she slumped back in the chair and relaxed, her cunt allowing his fingers to slip out. Maurice wriggled them to help ease the cramp, then offered his creamy digits to her lips to taste her own excitement.

‘Oh my god, that was so good. Thank you Maurice,’ she gasped, trying to get her breath back.

Maurice offered his leaking knob to her burning pussy lips, hanging wet and open in invitation. He felt her love hole kissing his tip, as her juices lubricated him ready for entry. He was just about to push his cock home into her wet sheath when she put her hands round him to stop his penetration.

‘No Maurice,’ she groaned. ‘My poor pussy has had enough for a while. I’m sorry. You were just too good with your fingers.’

Maurice looked down at his straining length. He needed to come again, and soon.

Giselle pulled herself up a little on the chair.

‘Put your cock between my tits,’ she said, as she lifted them towards him.

Maurice straddled her hips and sighed in delight as she coated his knob and shaft with her saliva, then engulfed him in her warm flesh. Maurice began to trust gently between them as she kept her tits moulded round his shaft. His leaking semen lubricated her tit tube, making it a delightful place for his cock to move in. When his knob emerged at the end of each gentle thrust Giselle was able to just lick the tip with her tongue, encouraging his pre come to flow freely. She wanted him to come, to spurt his seed all over her neck and tits, but Maurice had other needs.

He pulled out of her tit tube and stood, his cock twitching proudly as his orgasm approached. Maurice turned away from her and lifted her right foot, which was still resting on his desk. He unfastened the ankle strap and removed her wedge-heeled sandal. He did the same with her left shoe.   He then leaned back against his desk facing Giselle. He picked up both her white nylon clad legs and brought her prosthetic feet to his cock. Giselle looked on in amazement as he began to rub her artificial feet up and down his shaft, obviously loving the feeling of the fine white nylon on his highly sensitive cock. Maurice had a great view of her open sex slit, oozing with cream as bringing her feet to his shaft had forced her legs open wide, her knees well bent.

‘Ah Giselle, your legs are so beautiful,’ he moaned, as he began to move them faster against his shaft. Giselle could see his slit opening and closing as he drooled pre come semen over her ankles. She saw his balls tighten and his whole length spasm as he cried out in pure joy. His cock spat a bead of semen so hard that it landed on her open pussy lips, the next spurt hitting her upper thigh. He pushed her heel against his balls as he shot spurt after thick spurt of white cream all over her knees and calves, soaking her pristine, virginal white stockings.

When he had finished spurting he looked at Giselle in embarrassment. He was just about to apologise for his actions when she stopped him by scooping his semen off her pussy lips and taking her finger to her mouth, then savouring his fresh, salty cream. She then scooped up a dollop of his goo off her inner thigh and lapped that off her fingers too.

Maurice thus knew that she was fine about his coming all over her legs. He picked up her right leg and began to lick his own cooling spunk off her calf and knee. He then made her smile by taking her foot into his mouth and sucking on her artificial, painted toes. Giselle wished she could feel this, as toe sucking had been something she had really enjoyed in lovemaking before her amputations.

Once Maurice had licked all his sperm off her feet and legs he put her shoes back on for her, then lowered her feet to the floor. Giselle sat up in the chair and kissed him before putting her breasts back into her chemise and bending forward to allow him to zip her into her dress.

Maurice then handed her a package that he had wrapped specially for her, and an envelope containing her usual fee.

Giselle pushed herself up to her feet then embraced him, kissing him tenderly on the cheek.

‘Thank you Maurice. You are so generous. And I do love coming to visit you,’ she said with feeling.

‘And I love your visits. Now let me go and get your coat and cane, and then we can leave through the back of the shop. I will drop you off at your apartment on my way home.’

Giselle thanked him for offering to take her home and rearranged her dress whilst he went out to get her things from the shop.

The End

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