My Naughty 1970 Stopover: Rain-Soaked Stranger in the Hotel Lobby
Rain hammers Paris in 1970. I’m Jacques, stuck overnight at a drab airport hotel before my morning flight to Geneva. Valise in hand, I dash under the lobby portico. Water soaks my shirt. The revolving door spins again. There she is: Leïla, drenched, clothes plastered to her petite curves. She pleads with big eyes, ‘Don’t […]