04-18-2017, 01:53 AM
Mills & Boon
One night in Paris
I should start by telling you this is a tale of two sisters
I'm Valarie Goodridge , my sister is Isabelle
This is a story about our lives.
You will read how I left school, went to uni, slept with the first boy
I thought I loved and who said he loved me, then married him.
We both got jobs, bought a house and two cars,
I miscarried twice before giving birth to my daughter,
who is now starting at the same school her dad and I went to.
You will learn that my sister never married,
stayed at the same law firm she joined
after leaving uni and is now a full partner,
she has had a string of relationships
but always calls time before things get too serious.
She has her own apartment in the city and has started
thinking about children and what that would mean.
So here we are in Paris on a sisters only weekend,
my shit of a husband pissed off with a woman
he met at work, good luck to them both.
My sister wants to try for a baby and she's booked
herself into a clinic next week and I'm
going to be with her every step of the way.
So here we are in Paris
in a night club after several glasses of champagne.
Taking each day as it comes and having a good blow out.
We have a little sister thing that we say to any guy
that tries to chat us up.
"Fuck off were talking"
Now on with the story.
One night in Paris
I should start by telling you this is a tale of two sisters
I'm Valarie Goodridge , my sister is Isabelle
This is a story about our lives.
You will read how I left school, went to uni, slept with the first boy
I thought I loved and who said he loved me, then married him.
We both got jobs, bought a house and two cars,
I miscarried twice before giving birth to my daughter,
who is now starting at the same school her dad and I went to.
You will learn that my sister never married,
stayed at the same law firm she joined
after leaving uni and is now a full partner,
she has had a string of relationships
but always calls time before things get too serious.
She has her own apartment in the city and has started
thinking about children and what that would mean.
So here we are in Paris on a sisters only weekend,
my shit of a husband pissed off with a woman
he met at work, good luck to them both.
My sister wants to try for a baby and she's booked
herself into a clinic next week and I'm
going to be with her every step of the way.
So here we are in Paris
in a night club after several glasses of champagne.
Taking each day as it comes and having a good blow out.
We have a little sister thing that we say to any guy
that tries to chat us up.
"Fuck off were talking"
Now on with the story.
If your undies fer you've been smoking through em, don't peg em out

