(JOY)
THERE was something about Montmartre that makes me forget everything and just focus on the moment. I stopped thinking about the past and the future. I was even able to push to the farthest part of my brain the thought of the intruder who wants to hurt me. I focused all my attention to the most beautiful place I have been in my whole life and to the man I am with, Hosea Garcia.
After the quick blowjob I did to him we took a shower and changed clothes. I chose a simple short-sleeved, V-necked flowy dress and sneakers so I can move easily. He opted for blue jeans and a white shirt that shows off his beautiful physique.
After we changed, we went out and roamed around with our hands locked together. Before we went out of the hotel, we asked the receptionist for a
