Train Stranger: My First Illicit Touch from a Dwarf
Monday, November 23, 2009. Commuter train to Saint-Lazare. I remember every shiver. Forty-five years old, Zézette to my husband Félix. Slimmed down, feeling alive. Short plaid skirt, red bra, sheer black tights, thigh-high boots. No panties. Drawer stayed shut. Bold choice. Air bites my bare bush as I walk to the station. Cold wind sneaks…