The pungent aroma of sweat and sex surrounds me as I step from the train. It is Paris and the year is 1919. The last time I was in this dirty little town I was a mere 17. A recent graduate of Old Nassau, the world was mine for the taking, and take it I did.
I am to stay in the country with my Aunt Annorra, a scraggly little thing, with the fortitude of a legion. Out of the corner of my eye I see the Rolls and it’s driver Jean-Pierre. A handsome fellow with broad shoulders, there have been rumors of a tryst between this fellow and Kiki. As Jean-Pierre makes his way to me , I am pleasantly assaulted by a rambunctious little girl, Fifi, who I will find out later is the house whore. For now, I am only to sample the lushness of her lips and the perkiness of her breasts as they crush against me.
Thus begins the long journey to Menetou-Salon, where Aunt Annorra reins. To put a finer point to it, Aunt Annorra is somehow related to the Duke of Arenberg, she is as I will quickly learn, the relative that came for a brief visit and has taken up residence.
Theobold Buckley Culvert III. ( Tripp )