Chapter Eight
Beautiful Shadows
Wow, helicopters are magnifique! I don’t think you can look more awesome or sexy stepping out of anything, especially when one of your entourage has half her spangly shorts up her backside. We have been whipped to our destination in no more time than it took to say “Ooo – look at all those tiny Frenchmen!” We buzzed over gay Paree, spotting the sights. We could have alighted atop any one of the fabulous constructions – excluding perhaps the Eiffel Tower – and stepped out with champagne glasses in hand to do all sorts of wonderful things. There was no waiting in airports staring at the perfume and getting wired on coffee for three hours solid. There was no passport control. We travelled a hundred miles or two and only walked about fifty feet of it. Talk abo
