Third-floor landing in Pithiviers. Empty hallway. Cartons stacked high. Heart hammers as I pull Nadette close. Lips crash. Tongues tangle. She melts into me. I sit on the boxes, drag her onto my lap. Hands…
6 AM. My tiny Parisian apartment. Heart pounding already. No fatigue, just fire between my thighs. I stretch, nuisette hikes up, exposing my belly. Shower steam clings to skin, nipples harden under hot jets. Thoughts…
Sun blazes over Paris. Spring rushes in early. Leaves burst on trees. Thermometer climbs. I should be thrilled. But melancholy grips me tight. Morning mail: another rejection letter. Job interview last month? ‘Undeniable qualities, but…’…