Caprice loved to travel. Yet none of the places that she had been even came close to Paris, Paris the city of romance, The City on The Seine. Once again caprice had found time in an overflowing schedule to visit the city of her dreams and this time she had a couple of days to spend without the interference of her ever intruding career. Even Caprice had to admit that without the modeling and the money that came with it she would probably be waiting tables and not stood behind a huge picture window in a Paris apartment sipping chilled Chablis looking out at the illuminated splendor of the Eiffel Tower. Caprice smiled and sank quietly into a soft chair to continue dreaming her dreams. The apartment was indeed wonderful. Expensively and tastefully decorated some of the paintings obviously originals must have cost the owner a fortune, Yet he was still willing to allow her to stay here even though they had never met. The let had been arranged by her managing company when a last minute hole had fortuitously appeared in her shekel. Caprice had expected to be under siege from the owner and his friends all eager to meet her. Nothing so far had interrupted her relaxation the only contact with the owner was an arrangement of flowers with a note telling her to enjoy her stay and this well chilled bottle of Chablis that had been considerately left for her. Caprice poured herself a second glass. The wine was heavenly she had tasted nothing quite like it before. Emptying the glass she lead back in the chair and closed her eyes. soon she was sleeping peacefully. Paul continued to watch the monitor in front of him, zooming in closer he watched the gentle rise and fall of Caprices breasts. He moved the camera up and down taking in every detail of her gorgeous body and recording the view for posterity. It was time to move now. he had things to do and a place to go. Paul had always been rich it was just an accident of birth. In every other way he was average. Average height, average build, average looks and an average intelligence. The only other thing that Paul had in abundance was imagination and he had that in spades. With money and his imagination he had always been able to buy his dreams into reality. he knew that he was very close to his latest dream and he didn't intend to waste time in getting there. Paul had spent millions buying and decorating the apartment and thousands more fitting the hidden cameras and video equipment in every room. Even before the apartment, buying Caprices management company and collecting all the personal information he needed had not been cheap. But these expenses would have come to nothing without the knowledge he had recently purchased from a Russian scientist that couldn't even afford to eat in his native Moscow. All these things were about to be put to a very good use indeed. Caprice failed to hear the door open in the wall beside her. She didn't feel the man lift her arm and check her pulse and she didn't feel the hypodermic needle as it pierced the skin at the base of the skull. Paul wasn't surprised. The drug in the Chablis was something he had used before always to good effect. Paul lifted Caprices limp body over his shoulder and carried her through the door in the wall. The door closed behind him and he gently lowered Caprice onto a leather couch in the centre of the room. He loosely strapped her to the couch although he knew that for Caprice movement of any kind would be impossible due to the presence of the Russian sorbed drug coursing through her veins. Paul attached an I.V. to Caprices arm and left the room. As the liquid from the I.V. began to take effect Caprices eyes began to open, her eyelids fluttering as she struggled to break through the drug induced haze that was making even the tiniest movement impossible. Caprice looked through heavy eyes into the darkness. Her mind was a blank and as hard as she tried she could remember nothing. She could sense danger and was afraid. but if Caprice had known what was about to happen that fear would have tuned to pure terror. Paul began typing into the keyboard in front of the monitor as he did so the darkness in the room receded and Caprice was bathed in a pool of light. the light which was all the colours of the rainbow began ebbing and flowing across her prone body. Even from his televised vantage point he began to feel a sense of relaxation as he watched his plan unfold. Paul typed some more and suddenly the colours were accompanied by sounds that seemlessly danced around the room, the two separate mediums becoming one bringing the drugged Caprice to a state of total relaxation. The sounds and music made Caprices fear subside until it was less than a distant memory. She lay there in a state of relaxation so deep that it was beyond sleep, so deep that Caprice was aware of nothing it was as if she had been imprisoned in a single moment of time waiting for the next tick of the clock. The clock ticked. Instead of music there were words, words that Caprice could not hear and then came the pictures that she could not see and together they began to sink deeply into the helpless mind of the beautiful model, Slowly and subtly changing her forever. Paul new that everything was going to plan and in a few hours he would have the woman he desired. He switched of the monitor and left the room. He entered the study and sat down, picking up the phone he dialed a familiar number and began to issue instructions. Caprice opened her eyes slowly and yawned. Daylight issued across the Paris skyline, she couldn't believe that she had slept through the night and in a chair. But in all honesty Caprice could never remember being so relaxed and this was after a night fully dressed in a strange but very comfortable chair. She stood up and stretched noticing the empty bottle of Chablis on the table beside her. no wonder she had slept so well. Caprice moved towards the Bathroom. Strangely the shower was already running, she opened the cubicle, Paul stood there naked and hard. Caprice jumped back startled. Paul stepped forward from the shower smiling Caprice spoke "Darling I had no idea you were arriving so early. Why didn't you wake me?" Paul smiled once more and took her gently in his arms and whispered gently in her ear " I am sorry mon cherie. But you know how much I like to watch you sleep" They kissed passionately and retreated into the shower. For Caprice making love in the shower with Paul had always made her hot and today was no exception. THE BEGINNING Postscript In shock news today Supermodel Caprice Bourret has announced her retirement and her engagement to Billionaire industrialist and the owner of this T.V Station Paul DeVries. Miss Bourret was unavailable for comment but in a telephone interview with Mr DeVries last night he said the romance had begun very recently and whilst staying at his Paris apartment he had asked her to become his wife and after a good nights sleep she had been only too happy to agree.