office-seduction

Tonight, in my mind’s Private Locker, I crack it open. Tomorrow, I marry Francis in Uriage. My sweet, curly-haired love. But this secret burns. Last year, Paris. Desperate for a journalism break. Article on student hookers. Sandro Navarro calls. Editor king. Late meet. I’m Popy. Vamp lips, black skirt, red heels. Rain soaks me. Feet…