Jimmy and his love interest

So jimmy was up late one night, he was feeling good about himself, after all he was a national success with his robotics, and was making a fine amount if money with it. However, jimmy was not content. Not by a long shot! He was up late watching his favourite movie, Wing Commander, when he realised he had seen this film hundreds of times but never with a lady. Jimmy enjoyed the company of others and yet so rarely had it. His strange character would often turn people off before they grew to love him for it. This made jimmy awfully sad and he decided there was only one thing to do...watch his last robotics performance, this always cheered him up. It did not, he noticed the crowd was primarily male - he came to the realisation that he was not in the right places to meet the right women. If he was going to meet the love of his life then he would have to get out there and find her. The next day jimmy went online and bought a Eurostar ticket to Paris, the city of love. If jimmy was going to go out and find love then where better to start looking than the city of love. Within 24 hours he was there. Ready to give his love life a good kick up the ass. Jimmy soon hit the streets and was attempting to flirt with ladies left right and centre. He had downloaded a list of 'foolproof' chat up lines that he was certain would work. Brilliant lines such as 'you remind me of a KFC, after I am done with the thigh and the breast I still have a box to put my bone in' and the classic 'do you like jewels?...cos my cock is a gem!' foolproof!

Jimmy soon discovered that these lines weren't in fact foolproof; in fact they were rather pants! Jimmy was disillusioned by this; he walked down the champs-Elyse a shadow of his form self. He was a man they had tried his luck at find love and failed. He walked from the arc d'triumphe and headed down the Champs-Elysee. He couldn't help but notice the couples on their romantic getaways. People falling out of Dior in each others arms as the lady admired the expensive gift her fella had just purchased for her. The couples in the cages by the road sharing cocktails. The men and women standing in crowds watching street performers, enjoying banter the first conversations of a romantic episode. Jimmy wondered through the crowds and down the road with a solemn look on his face. There was no love for jimmy here. And if there was no love for jimmy here, how could there be love for jimmy anywhere?

As he came towards the end of the Champs-Elysees he walked past the fountains where artists and writers sat. Writing and painting about their lovers assumed jimmy. He looked up and in front of him waste archway signifying the start of le Louvre. He wondered though and saw the big glass pyramid's up ahead. Why not wonder round? Why not take in the culture? Why mope around when you can look on the bright side of life? Jimmy was after all in Paris! He was in the cultural capital of the world, fuck it - might as well enjoy himself.

He wondered through the maze that is le Louvre, having just about survived the massive queue. He saw some of the most brilliant art the world has to offer. The wings of victory, the Venus de Milo and some other stuff. But none of it compared to what he saw when he rounded one corner. He had to fight his way through a huge crowd of Asian tourists flashing their cameras, even though they had clearly been told not to. But once he had - he saw it, the most magnificent sight he had ever seen. The Mona Lisa.

Jimmy fell instantly in love with the women in the painting. Her enigmatic smile, the mystery surrounding her - this drew instant affection out of jimmy. He stared at this woman, immortalised by one of the greatest artists of all time. Jimmy instantly felt a connection between himself and the mystery women. As if her half smile was a knowing smile. He felt like he knew exactly what was going through her mind as Da Vinci painted her. It was the same thought that went through his mind when he looked out at his audience whilst performing. That knowledge that they were there for you and that for the endurance of the time they spend looking at you, you are all that matters in their world. This was how jimmy felt now, as he stared at the master of masterpieces, nothing else mattered he was hers. This gave jimmy a great calm.

Jimmy stood and stared at the painting until it was time for the Le Louvre closed. He was mesmerised by it. He then wondered over to the Eiffel Tower. This was now lit up in the night. He could see all the couples enjoying one of the most romantic views the world has to offer. He began to get sad again. He started to imagine himself here with someone, his perfect women. The image of someone who looked exactly like Mona Lisa came into his mind. He began to imagine a coy personality on to her.

Having sat under the Eiffel Tower in his own dream world for a good few hours Jimmy now went back to his hotel which he had booked for the night. It was a simple hotel with not even a TV in the bedroom. Jimmy just laid in the dark and let his mind to wonder. He felt his surge of loneliness again and was desperate to forget it. He started to imagine Mona again, he calmed down. He felt warm in his chest and butterflies in his stomach. He smiled. He made a decision, he had to see her.

Jimmy left the hotel, unnoticed...it was now 3am and everyone was asleep. The Champs-Elysees was still buzzing. It was no longer couples; it was now single people on their way to one night stands. The classy girls of Paris, those in high heels, short skirts and boobs handing out as they fall over on the floor and drag whatever rich boy they have found. The girl will of course hope that they will awake the next morning with a new rich boyfriend who will provide for them for life. In reality, they will awake with an STD and a note next to their bed saying simply “Thanks x”. Jimmy smiled at this though; his Mona was nothing like these girls.

He reached the Le Louvre, it was all shut down. The Pyramid still lit up but there was a tranquil feel about the area. He felt much more at piece even being at the home of Mona than he had felt for a long time. He lay against the glass for along time, before long he was asleep against one of the I.M Pei designed structures. Jimmy was having one of those dreams that you never want to wake up from. He was dreaming that he was Da Vinci painting Mona; they locked themselves away for weeks as he painted her. Rumours spread about what was going on between jimmy/Da Vinci and this mystery woman. In side the room passions were flowing, passions for their art as well as for each other. But then just as jimmy dream he was about to cum simultaneously with Mona he suddenly fell off the bed and then suddenly woke with a huge jerk! This dislodged the window pane he was leaning against, and jimmy suddenly fell for real. Jimmy and the window pane crashed to the ground below, the pane shattering whilst the pain almost shattered jimmy. Jimmy laid there for a moment staring up at the whole in the window, he couldn't help but think "Fuck I am def in some serious trouble." but just as he thought this a realisation came across jimmy - there was no alarm going off! Jimmy picked himself and started to walk into the Louvre. All the security doors had been left open which jimmy though was most peculiar. He knew exactly where he wanted to head, straight to Mona. He needn't follow the signs pointing punters in her direction, he could have found his way there blind - he just instinctively knew where she could be found. As he walked towards the final corner leading to the Mona Lisa he started to hear voices, whispering. He quickly put two and two together and figured that these voices we're the reason all the doors were unlocked. Had they heard the glass shatter before? Why hadn't he been found out? You did have to walk far into the museum to find his beloved Mona, maybe they hadn't heard him. He crept up to the corner and tried to listen in to their conversation, it was in French - he had no bloody clue what they were on about. He peered around the corner and in the middle room was the wall on which Mona has rested for the longest time. She did not rest there tonight, just an empty frame. Beneath the empty frame were to gruff looking French men, they were both dressed completely in black and had a bag next to them which had many gadgets and drills pouring out of it. Leaning up against Mona’s wall was a long tube. Jimmy knew what was happening here and he knew what he had to do. These Frenchies were stealing Mona! He had to steal her from them! Only to ensure her safety of course! He thought about calling the police but decided that would be crazy, he wanted to be Mona’s hero!

Jimmy took a deep breath and tried to bring up as much courage as he could. He then sneaked into the room in which Mona took constant residents. He kept his back pressed against the wall and tip toed quietly around the room. As soon as the Frenchmen were distracted, which they were as they argued amongst each other, he darted behind the big wall that usually propped Mona’s splendour! He then peered around that wall and listened to them argue, he didn't understand a word of it - he wasn't even sure d they were arguing, he knew that the French could occasionally talk in such a passionate way it made them sound as if they were arguing. However, they were clearly deep in discussion and didn't notice jimmy crawl around the wall and grab the tube containing the poster. They however did notice when he then leapt over them as he sprinted out the room and back towards the exit. The French crooks took pursuit and chased jimmy out the room, but le Louvre is a confusing building and easy to get lost around. Jimmy did not have this problem - as it had earlier in the evening, his love for Mona meant he knew exactly where to find her and by the same logic how to get away from her. The crooks did not have this on their side and before long were lost and jimmy was gone. Jimmy sprang up out of the pyramid having sprinted up the stairs. He then dashed across the grounds of le grand Louvre and through the fountain filled gardens. It was here that he was spotted by a security guard. They didn't get a good look at him but they caught a glimpse and that was enough to see a figure running through the garden of le Louvre carrying a tube which looked like he may be used to contain a painting. It didn't take a genius to put two and two together. The security guard immediately raised the alarm and began chasing jimmy. It was at this moment that the French crooks finally climbed out of le Louvre only to now be greeted by an onslaught of police. They were then captured and taken to the police station accused of helping jimmy steal the masterpiece.

Meanwhile, jimmy was sprinting down the Champs-Elysees clinging on to the painting. He was surrounded by sirens and still being chased by the security guard. His luck came when he barged his way through a crowd, politely of course he is British after all, and interrupted a street dance performance. Jimmy made it through unscathed but the pursuing card was caught by the foot of a French teenager spinning on his head. This sent the guard hurtling towards the ground and enabled the escape of jimmy, through the crowd and into a back road. Jimmy then stuck to the shadows as he made his way back to the hotel.

It was only once jimmy had gotten back into his hotel room that he contemplated on what had just happened. Why had he run? Why hadn't he just handed the painting in and given up the French crooks? He couldn't even find a decent answer to these questions when asking himself, let alone the inevitable moment when the police would ask him. All he knew was that he had Mona in room and he didn't want to give her back. He pulled her out of her tube and laid her flat out across his bed. He was now seeing her up closer then he had ever before and he liked it. He felt victorious; he had won her - no! Saved her! He fell asleep on the bed with no duvet but Mona pulled up over him. It was the best sleep he'd had in years! He slept for hours. He awoke just 2 hours before his journey back to London was due to commence again.

Having showered and packed his stuff away he stood staring at Mona Lisa on the bed. He knew it was decision time, was he going to attempt to sneak her back to his and keep her as his naughty secret forever? Of course he was.

He rolled her up into the tube and then placed that in his suitcase. He then ordered a cab and began his journey back into the U.K. Jimmy was thankful to not be searched throughout his journey. He got back into his house and his bedroom without him or Mona being bothered. Jimmy opened up the tube and pulled Mona out. He un-rolled the painting and laid her out on the bed. A big grin came across jimmy's face - he was a happy lad!

The next morning jimmy woke up with the painting pulled up over him like a duvet again. He decided he needed to figure out something for his homes new resident. He headed down to B&Q and bought a frame. It wasn't quite the sweet ornate frame that Mona had in le Louvre but it was ok. On the way home jimmy passed a newsagent that had its usual sign outside "extra! (Insert story)" this particular sign read "extra! Mona list stolen". Jimmy got a lump in his throat upon reading this. He immediately went in and purchased a newspaper. Page one headline - Mona Lisa stolen from le Louvre. Jimmy read the article in the store, it essentially told him that the police in France were hunting for the 'man that got away' whilst the two crooks they has caught had given up their boss - a major mob boss in France - who had consequently been arrested for conspiracy which was suspected to bring the crime rate in France down by 60%. During interrogation the mob boss made a deal and gave up the would-be recipient of Mona who turned out to be a major art dealer in Germany. It turned out, after his arrest, that he had illegally become the owner of many art pieces. However, during all these arrests and revelations it was not discovered who had the painting. Police in France believed it had to be connected to their arrested mob boss and were now concentrating on bargaining and interrogation rather than further searching. Jimmy did a big sigh of relief and felt suddenly calm. He had got away with it, now he just wanted to go back home and see his prize again.

He got home framed Mona and placed her on his wall facing his bed. That way he could look at her last thing at night and first thing in the morning. It was once Mona was framed and mounted that jimmy got a feeling he hadn't had in a while. His adrenaline was still built up having seen the newspaper and well all the events of the last couple of days. He stood back and looked at Mona once again on the wall looking magnificent, drawing all attention in the room towards her. Her cheeky grin bringing out thoughts in jimmy. He remembered his dream from the other night and started to unbutton his trousers. He then pulled his trousers and tidy whities to his ankles and started vigorously masturbating whilst staring at Mona. His thoughts went back to imaging him painting her with her flirtatious smile and moved on to ripping a tight corset off her breasts. It wasn't long before his knees were shaking and going weak as he blew his load all over his carpet and wall (luckily not getting high enough to hit the painting - though I suspect jimmy was trying). Jimmy then fell back and sat on his bed, his trousers still at his ankles and his semen still on dripping on the wall. Then claimed a horrible moment of clarity for jimmy - the post ejaculation realisation. This is a consistent occurrence for men after ejaculating and it can be any realisation from how lucky you are to have just done what you did or how shamed you should be after what you just did. For jimmy it was the latter. He looked at Mona who now looked almost smiling at him in a mocking way. Had he seriously just wanked over a renaissance painting of someone’s head? He fell back to lying in the bed and slept. The next morning he awoke and tried to avoid even looking at Mona, he just headed straight downstairs and ate scrambled egg on toast.

It was later when jimmy was watching the news, which was still full of the theft at le Louvre, which he first thought about doing something with Mona. It was later when in bed and looking at Mona look back at him that jimmy decided to do something with her. He no longer had the emotions that she had brought out in him before, especially the one he'd had the day before. Now he was almost irritated by her presence. His decision was made, the next day he would handle this.

So the next morning jimmy woke up and had his scrambled eggs on toast. He then de-framed the painting, rolled it up and put it back in the tube. He also wrote an anonymous letter stating how he had accidentally interrupted the robbery but wanted to return the painting to its rightful owner - the public. He then posted the tube and the letter to the French embassy.

The French were pleased to have their painting back, the French police claimed that their strong investigation had scared the thief into sending back the painting and they would carry on their search - they didn't bother. Jimmy was just jimmy, a little bit more content alone, but generally the same man and would carry on his search.