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coming from me—a guy who got his dad to fake having a heart attack so he could go home and not have to go to The Louvre!”
    Ryan elbowed his friend “There’s time yet—I’d be happy to go back.”
    Kristian pulled a face. “I’ll skip it, thanks. It’s my first time in Paris—there’s lots I want to see. And yet, where’s the first place you bring me? An erotic museum. What a great friend you really are.”
    Ryan gave a fake scowl. “I know. I’m just the best friend a guy could ever want. Seriously though, mate, I’m just trying to make the most of our time here. I knew this place was open late and there’s not much else we could have done at this time of night, is there? We can hit all the other places tomorrow. The Eiffel Tower, the Arc de Triomphe, the Notre Dame.”
    “Sounds good. So, you said we don’t have any set plans now, didn’t you? We can stay here as long as we like before heading to Rome?”
    Ryan nodded. “Yup. That’s the plan going forward now, so if we don’t like a place we can skip out when we want, but if we like it, we can stay longer.”
    “A fabulous idea, my friend. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again—I knew there was a reason I let you organize this trip.”
    “You ain’t seen nothin’ yet, mate. You don’t know where we’re going when we’re done here.”
    Kristian looked at his watch. “It’s nearly eleven, so back to the hostel, surely? Especially if we want to get on with some sightseeing tomorrow?”
    Ryan laughed, causing a couple on the other side of the room to turn and look at him. He gave them an apologetic smile then clipped Kristian around the back of the head.
    “Are you having a laugh? We’re in Paris’ red light district and you want to go back and get some sleep? I don’t bloody think so! We can stay in this city for a month if we want to. We’ve got plenty of time to do everything we want. So right now we’re going to have some serious fun!”
    Kristian rubbed the spot Ryan had hit. “I needed that. What the fuck was I thinking? Go to fucking bed. If I say anything as boring again on this trip, you have my express permission to slap me upside the head anytime you deem necessary. Lead on—let’s paint this town red.”
    He yelped as he got another smack. “Ow, what was that for?”
    “ Paint this town red? What are you, a hundred? God, I can’t believe you just said that!”
    Kristian had the good sense to look ashamed. “It was stupid, wasn’t it? I think I just got overexcited and it caused my vocabulary skills to break down. Sorry. I won’t say it again—ever.”
    “I’m glad to bloody hear it.”

Chapter Four
     
    Ryan and Kristian left the museum—though not before having a good look around the shop and buying a postcard each as a memento—and headed back out onto the street. In this part of Paris, there was a particular type of nightlife, and it was just getting started. They walked a little way down the road and Ryan noticed something and nudged his friend.
    “Hey, I bet that erotic supermarket will sell condoms. Want to have a look?”
    Kristian shrugged. “Why not? I’m intrigued as to why it’s called a supermarket as opposed to just a shop. Reckon it’s the size of your average supermarket at home?”
    The boys laughed and jostled each other before heading inside. They were quickly baffled about why it was classed as a supermarket. It didn’t look any different than your average sex shop, albeit larger. It was full of the usual paraphernalia—PVC clothes, sex toys, BDSM equipment, DVDs and more.
    “Fucking hell,” Ryan said, tugging at Kristian’s sleeve and pointing at something. They moved across the shop to get a closer look.
    “Shit,” Kristian said. “Is that what I think it is?”
    Ryan didn’t want to pick the item up, but he bent and examined it closely. “Yeah, I think it is. It’s one hell of an enormous strap-on. God, I wouldn’t like to walk into my bedroom and find my missus