When Dan awoke, he took the opportunity to look over Monique as she slept. The now 30 year old French woman looked more tired. Her DD cup breasts sagged on her thin frame and he could see a few grey hairs mixed among her dark locks.
He kissed her lips then kissed the soft moss in the corners of Monique’s mouth. She opened her eyes and began to hum “La Vie En Rose” softly.
"Monique, I never asked you what you thought of living here?"
She stopped humming.
"It's alright, I guess Dan.” The woman answered. I am still adjusting to...what do you call it? Oh, Culture Shock.
“How so?” He asked.
“I do not have many friends here, and I know no one who can speak more than two words in French. I hear very little and understand even less.” Monique said turning her head away “I have been very...lonely here.”
“What else bothers you Monique?” Dan said pulling her close to him.
"I have never talked about this at work, but I get hit on all the time at work, usually by pervy old men twice my age. And if they're not pushing 65, then he's a connard er, how you say? A jackass. Always finding an excuse to grope my girls. Oh sure, let's all hit on the exotic Frenchwoman and deliberately misunderstand her thick accent as asking for sexual attention" Monique said bitterly. Still tired, she lay down again by his side.
What had he done? Dan thought. He had stolen over a decade of life from a teenage girl and left her with skimpy clothing and no one to talk to. I should never have changed her life so radically. She had no control over herself. Worst of all, she didn’t even choose to love me.
Maybe her life would be better if she had not traveled here alone and instead lived here with her family and some close friends. Of course, there's no reason she couldn't have been born and raised in France to the point where she was perfectly bilingual in English and French, albeit, with a noticeable French accent. Dan had to admit, he did love her accent.
Dan wished Monique was only 22, had a job doing something she loved, and moved here with her family when she was in high school and she made a few close friends over the years. He also wished he was in his mid twenties again and had met Monique in college. Finally, he wished Monique had chosen of her own free will whether or not to be with him.
He looked back at Monique. Her hairy forearms wrapped around his own hairy chest. Her breasts lost a cup size becoming more manageable. They looked to be between a large C and a small D, however it didn’t look overly large on her taller and slightly curvier frame. The couple of gray hairs on her head regained their dark color and her face looked more youthful and less tired