Private Locker Confession: My Raw 90s Affair in a VW Coach and Lyon Hotel
I unlock my Private Locker now. The mental vault where this burns hottest. Heart races. Pulse thumps. No more hiding. This Lyon secret from the early 90s spills out raw. Early mornings. My VW Coach van towers the road. High perch. Thighs flash at red lights from women drivers left of me. Routine to La…