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Oh! Pardon me, I did not see you there. Ooh, I am flustered. Pierre, some more wine, please. Let me introduce myself. My name is Jacques. I see you are in my bed which must make you my new lover. I am pleased to meet you. Pierre, the wine please!
So. What is it that brings you to my bed today, hmm? Have they been writing my name again in the bathroom of the Louvre? Ha-ha-ha-ha! PIERRE, WHERE IS THAT WINE! You will have to forgive Pierre. After all, he is only a dog. He has difficulty pouring the wine because HE HAS NO THUMBS!
Sooooo, where were we? Ah yes, my bed. I am pleased that you have heard of the souffle which is the love of Jacques. For years they used to scream my name from the highest tower of Notre Dame. Jacques, Lover Extraordinaire! Jacques, King of the Bed! But the voices, they have fallen silent. They say I am a seducer. Nothing could be farther from the truth! Pierre, if you do not bring that wine right now, I am taking away your squeak-kay toy!
Seducer, hah! You are in my bed and I do not even know who you are! Is this the action of a seducer? But hush, my darling. Let us speak of it no more. The Americans, they had a saying in my country during the war. They told it to my grandpapa and my grandpapa told it to me. And now, I am telling you. The loose lips...they sink the ships.
Ah, but here is the wine! Pierre. Mon ami. You are truly...man's best friend. And now, a toast. To you...finding me. And another toast. To me...for being me. And now my darling, I hope you are prepared for the crepes suzette which is the love of Jacques. Darling, put down that pepper spray and we will begin.









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