The backseat of that unmarked car. Engine humming low. Jean at the wheel, steady. Me right next to this punk, Christopher, wrists cuffed tight. Air thick, stale. His cologne mixed with sweat. My pulse hammered in my ears. We’d nabbed him quickâwallet at the crime scene, scratches on his arms like Anna’s last fight. Little…
In my cramped bedroom at Madame de Sertange’s house in Valence, heart hammering like a drum. Fresh from Rouen, craving sun and company, I rented this room from Anne, the stunning widow. Dark hair streaked gray, midnight blue eyes, full lips, heavy tits under bourgeois silk. I didn’t know she’d till virgin soil in me….
The party sprawled across Elodie’s stunning family park under a warm summer night. Laughter and music floated in the air. I sat at a secluded table, my black low-cut dress hugging my post-baby curves. Three months single, six months without real touch. My body craved it. Sandra, a stranger with sleek brunette hair and a…