A few weeks after my ex wife madness in October 1999, feeling that my marriage was irremediably over I put an ad on the local news paper. A few days passed and a letter arrived in my letter box, only one ever came from this add Adrienne, an Australian woman, in her forties.

Not a beauty but intelligent and very talkative. I often saw her outside my home until my ex left the place. We saw each other at the movie, restaurant, in the car, on the beach. She helped me a lot to go through a hard time and with her I discovered the French mans reputation of good romantic lover and the attraction of my accent thick like a feather doona in the heat of summer.

With Adrienne I rediscovered the softness and wet feeling of a womans desire. I had forgotten about it all those years I was confined in sexual misery. I even experienced having sex more than once a month by having it three times a night. ...

to be continued