Sitting here before me at this French caf?ar table, uninvited, is a dark skinned youth whose face is excruciatingly beautiful, he’s a young Cassius Clay look-alike without stretching the imagination one iota. I have this thing about uniforms. Xxx You learn languages and stuff, and you have the looks to go a long way.” She said that one day I would break hearts. I convince myself I need the French practice, in the best interests of my work. They know I won’t be a balance – an informer – but they also know they have to treat me with respect. Especially in summer, when she wears the blue gendarmerie shirt and no jacket. I don’t want him to leave me, I want him to recover quickly and fuck me again, just like the first time.
