My Wild First Strip Poker Night in Saint-Malo: Losing Innocence to Laura and Julie
Heart racing, I stood before that big house in Saint-Malo. Tuesday night, 10 PM sharp. Summer 2005, fresh out of high school, legal but innocent. Called Laura earlier—her voice teasing about exactly seven clothes. What the fuck? I rang the intercom. Deeper voice answered: ‘Jimmy?’ Not hers. Door unlatched. Pulse hammering, excitement twisting with fear….
