babysitter

I unlock my Private Locker now. This secret’s been locked tight for decades. Pentecost, 1997. Auvergne countryside. Friend’s wedding. Sunny skies for once. I drove alone from Paris. Freshly single. Horny. Itching for fun. No single girls in the group. All guys or coupled up. Frustrated. Ceremony done. Vin d’honneur. Scanned the crowd. Desert. Then…