The Caress of a Glance: My First Betrayal on the Beach
On La Baule beach, sun baking my skin, my kids played far off. That’s when his eyes locked on my breasts. Young, maybe twenty, he stared without shame. My nipples hardened under my bikini top. Heart pounding, I felt heat unrelated to the sun. Forty years old, married, mother of two—yet proud. I held his…
