My Forbidden First Time: TGV Stranger’s Command at 50
That summer day on the TGV back to Paris. Midday sun blazing outside. Carriage almost empty. Just him and me, face to face in the wide central seats. Suits crisp, briefcases shut. Rings glinting on left hands. We both scanned files, flipped newspapers. Then silence. Landscapes blurred by. Stolen glances. My heart quickened. Fifties, fit,…