Chapter Two
The next few weeks there was school, intensive study, having s*x with Francoise and Lorenzo together and separately. Then it was opening night for the Moliere play at the university.
I invited Francoise to attend the play with me. Thanks to Serge, we had excellent seats. The auditorium at the university seats over one thousand in the audience. Before the performance began, I read a note in the program. That memo was as follows:
“Moliere was born (and died) in the heart of Paris. His mother died when he was ten years old; his father, one of the appointed furnishers of the royal house hold, gave him a good education at the College de Clemont (the school that, at the Lycee Louis-de-Grand, was trained like so many brilliant Frenchmen, including Voltaire). Although his father cl
