Since Kongo arrived in Paris on Thursday he was followed by a troop of young girls (virgins he supposed) with long canine teeth and braces. They were always waiting for him at the hotel entrance, crowding about and pushing. Kongo was embarrassed about all the extra security the hotel had to put on to keep all the little vampires in knee-high boots from crashing inside. They hung around outside the entrance to the hotel just below Kongo’s suite around the clock. Sometimes they got fired up and would chant something akin to an American cheerleading song.  Kongo doesn’t speak French but he could well imagine what they were saying: “Hey, Hey, who’s our guy?  We want the monkey, don’t be shy!” or words to that effect.  Turns out, Kongo had completely misread the situation.

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