Author's Note: Just a quick thank you to all of your kind reviews. I am very much enjoying writing this story. It is running longer than I originally planned, but each scene in my head and on my outline has run into chapters rather than chapter. For instance, I had planned on only three chapters in Paris, obviously I was wrong. Paris has run 14 chapters and with at least three left to go. So be patient. Once we leave Paris, we will be skipping around to various moments in time with huge gaps of time lost between chapters. Again thank you for your indulgence and as long as I have one reader, I will continue this tale at least until the 90's.
Chapter 53: Weekend in Paris, Part Deux
Jane returned from her brief excursion with a couple of souvenirs, a pair of switch blades and two revolvers. The cautious brunette placed the four weapons in a paper bag and left them on the table as the quartet left the café.
Maura asked, "Where did you go?"
Jane chuckled and replied, "Oh, I was just taking out the trash."
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As the two couples were about to recross the Seine, they encountered two familiar faces, Georgette and Michelle. The couple were holding hands and swinging their arms gaily. Maura stopped her bike to wave to the clearly happy couple. The young maids saw the waving figure and recognized the four young women. The two girls diverted their course to intercept the four bicycle riders.
Maura greeted the cheery pair in French, "Hello, are you off for the day?"
Michelle answered, "Why yes, we finished cleaning and have the afternoon off. We go back on duty in six hours, unless you need us?"
Maura answered their question, "No, we wouldn't think of interfering with your afternoon off. As a matter of fact, we are looking for further diversions. Do you have any ideas of what we can do? We would like to find someplace that will not be offended by four young lesbians. We noticed that our presence at Angelina's this morning was not well received."
Michelle smiled and looked to her present lover and replied, "We have a place not far from here. Most everyone is a homosexual. You would be most welcome and very comfortable there. If you would like you could follow us while walking you bicycles."
Maura was very moved by the pleasant invitation. The others had been debating whether it wouldn't be better to just spend a quiet evening in their suite, rather than expose Danielle, who was new to life they had chosen. Maura responded, "I will ask my friends. Please do not let us delay you any further. We will follow shortly, if the others agree."
Yvette had translated every word to Jane and the tall brunette said, "No problem by me. I'd like to meet some fellow lesbians. All the girls, with whom I've been, were heterosexual before I met them. How about you two?"
The discrete Italian was really asking Danielle, who had been embarrassed by several people staring at the young couples. The incidents on the Left Bank were rare, but the other bank was another matter. Yvette and Danielle looked at each other and shook their heads simultaneously. Jane told Maura lets go.
The two maids had waited for the four American girls and led them to their home in an area where homosexuality was well accepted.
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Tiffany hung up the phone with a wicked smile on her face. As the platinum blonde moved toward one of her suitcases, the bleached blonde bimbo removed a brand new Isles original business suit, part of the Isles's new line out of New Orleans. It was dark pink and designed to be worn with a hot pink blouse, which the cunning predator put back into her into her luggage. Without the blouse, the outfit would expose most of her natural glory to the world to be seen and admired.
Then the stone cold young heiress examined the short skirt and found it to be too long for her needs. With a phone call to the front desk, the platinum blonde vixen secured a seamstress to take four inches off the hem line.
Moving to a different designer bag, the conniving heiress removed a matching set of passion pink underwear, bra, panties and garter belt. The calculating bleached blonde examined the panties and reached for a pair of scissors with which to cut a small slit to parade her nether lips.
Finally, Tiffany removed a shear pair of nude silk stockings and a pair of dark pink six inch heels, which would highlight her luscious tight ass, nicely. The platinum blonde needed an opening to get to Maura and she had an idea of how to get it.
The phone call had established a time frame, but the sly heiress needed an opening. The bleached blonde needed to get in to see the honey blonde, alone. That was proving to be difficult with the young woman always with either Jane or one of their assistants. There had to be a way to get the teenager alone.
A gentle knock at the door, awaken the young predator from deep thought. After giving the skirt to the bellhop with specific instructions on its alterations, the now focused bleach blonde bimbo went back to the task of seducing a young and impressionable Maura Isles.
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Georgette led the four young women into an open courtyard within four closely situated apartment buildings. All four buildings were built at least two hundred years ago and four floors with two apartments per floor. The beige buildings' bay windows all sported balconies that overlooked the courtyard and upon most of them sat couples all of whom were same sex.
The relaxing couples all greeted the two maids. The quartet had learned that until recently this had just been Georgette's apartment. Michelle had just moved in yesterday. Michelle had lived with a boyfriend a couple of blocks down. Since, the encounter the young maids had the night Maura and Jane arrived, they had become very close.
The young couple had seen how the two American teenagers had found so much love in each other. How the two high school girls shared their love without any reservations. It was inspiring and the two French women wanted the same thing.
Seeing four young Americans in their courtyard and anxious to get the entire story, almost to a couple the men and women of the four buildings descended into the open plaza. Four small tables with four chairs each sat daily in the rather spacious square. Many of the first floor inhabitants brought out extra tables and chairs.
Several others brought wine, cheese, bread and fresh fruit. Jane and Maura sent a young boy, a brother to one of the lesbian couples, to get some pastries and coffee. Soon an impromptu party was in full swing in the now crowded quad.
It seemed the young Americans were already famous or infamous depending on your point of view in this small community. Georgette and Michelle had done nothing but sing the praises of the unwavering love of the two young teens. The close friends had been told how well they treated each other and their staff. The maids had been encouraged to chat and make acquaintance with the young couple. Their assistants had been welcomed into their suite and encouraged to find love in each other.
It was refreshing that two such young people embrace their sexuality without any reservations. The four young women were toasted and encouraged to tell their individual stories. Danielle, who at first was reluctant to participate, was first to share her story of repression and self doubt. Many of the men and women shook their heads in comradery with the chestnut blonde, who was encourage by similar tales the audience shared.
Yvette was next to relate the tale of her sexual abuse by her father and how each of her lovers eventually went on to men, so as to embrace convention. Again several of the members of the audience shared their similar tales.
Jane remained in the background. The pain of her rape was too raw for her to share with strangers. However, were these people strangers? Both Danielle and Yvette had found others who had very compatible tales as their own. Maybe someone else in this crowd had experienced what she had experienced and could relate to her, who would know how dirty it made her feel when the hardened brunette thought about it.
Maura was related her tale, "I met Jane, when she was saving my life. There was this gorgeous brunette keeping gangsters, who were trying to kidnap me at bay, while I escaped toward her. I do not know what moved me to trust this complete stranger, but I did. My au pair and bodyguard had already been slain by the men, but that did not stop this force of nature from helping me.
She captured some weapons and killed some of them, while managing to get me on a street car and to safety of her own home. The woman would accept no reward other than to become my personal bodyguard. I fell in love with her that day.
At first she did not want to expose me to this life. She thought that it would be unfair and damaging for me to become a lesbian. You see in the United States, lesbianism is considered to be an abomination. Additionally with our being Catholic and going to an Ursaline School, she knew the school would expel us and the church could ostracize us.
She did not want me to go through the prejudice that she had experienced. But when she told me her story and I heard about the pain she survived, I knew I could survive it as well. Jane Rizzoli is the strongest and most resilient person I have ever known or even heard of and the most modest. She does not even know her own strengths. She thinks it's her physical prowess, which is quite impressive. But her real strength is her resolve… her unwillingness to accept defeat… her unwillingness to accept limitations… her willingness to love unconditionally.
I cannot tell you her story. That must come from her, but I hope she tells it to you, because it is a tale of a true hero."
Tears flowed freely down the tough Italian's cheeks. The slinky brunette had never known… so much. It moved her to tell her tale of rape, revenge, despair, anguish, redemption and love. There were no nods of comradery. There were no tales of like experiences. There were only shared tears from people who understood pain and isolation.
One older woman told of her rape by soldiers from both sides during World War II. Another told of how she had went to prison for twelve years for knifing her husband, who had beaten her repeatedly. A young man told of how his parents had disowned him and left him homeless and penniless, until he met his present lover, an older soft spoken man.
Maybe they hadn't lived a life parallel to the dark young teen's existence, but they had all survived bits of it.
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The party lasted for nearly eight hours. The young maids had wanted to go back to work, but their employers insisted they stay; after all it was Isles Fashion that was paying their wages. The quartet had experienced a moment of time in which they were not judged or scorned and it felt enriching.
Danielle felt so much less conflicted, though she still had no idea how she was going to tell her family. After hearing many of the other stories, the chestnut blonde had little hope of having her family's blessing. So far the only lesbians she met, who had such blessings were Maura and Jane, though Jane's mother was slow in her recognition and acceptance. Maybe in time her father could come to accept it as well.
The bicycles had been returned by limo shortly after the impromptu party had started. So the six young women; each coupled with someone with whom they, at this point, wanted to spend the rest of their lives. Some day in the future, maybe only hours from now, they may part, but for now… at this moment they just wanted each other. And what is happiness, but moments between the hardships of living.
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While the three couples were crossing the bridge to return to their shared suite, a long black limousine was pulling in front of the Hotel Ritz Paris. Out stepped three young women, who were greeted by a bellhop, who gathered their luggage.
The three laughing and gossiping stylishly dressed debutants were led to the elevator and taken a floor below the one on which the girl's suite resided. The trio was shown to a suite directly below the one in which Maura and Jane shared their love.
The three friends were let into the room to be followed by their luggage. Champaign and a buffet awaited them on elegant tables of white linen and fine china. And seated on a large stuffed chair like a fairy queen was the group's finely dressed host… Tiffany Holly Griffin.
