To celebrate the new year and his future marriage, Francoise, a girlfriend, decided to give her love an album of intimate pictures. Oh, nothing prohibits those under 18, just a series of photos of her posing in negligees chic and elegant. The kind of pictures we would have wanted to do once in his life but that never dare to do after the shots would fall into foreign hands. The kind of album that sticks under the mattress and hope that children do not find it ... Not just yet anyway.
One Saturday afternoon, Frances was able to husband and children away from the house by dangling his promised a surprise. The husband is certain that she has hired an interior designer to revamp the bedroom.
The meeting goes well and quickly and a few weeks later, the album is ready. The photos are as beautiful as the expectations of Frances.
To the surprise is complete, the book itself the packet to the office of her husband, in downtown Montreal. The husband is more of a distraction, she made him promise to return the package at home in the evening. You never know, the cleaners have a reputation for being curious.
The husband calls his wife 15 minutes after departure, very moved, very surprised and very touched. The album is the best gift he ever received. As promised, he takes care to store the album in her bag before joining friends for a drink in Old Montreal. Around 21 pm, he managed to extricate themselves from a party that never ends to join its model preferred. Catastrophe! Was robbed and his car flew off the album with the computer bag. He seeks, he digs around in despair, worried, sad and disappointed. The next day, both returning to the crime scene and look in the trash, roam the streets, some spies roaming the neighborhood, believing recognize in their faces haggard evidence of a night pluck a beautiful picture book. The album can not be found. I like to think it brightens the few lonely nights. I think more likely that he is the delight of the neighborhood trash cans. In any case, if ever, it tells you something, leave me a message, I'll follow.
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