Chapter SixThe French Séjour Continues
The five of us eventually cleaned ourselves up - it was a very odd sensation to sit on the “throne” and urinate for the first time as a woman.
Despite still being semi-naked, we went upstairs for a lunch of gazpacho, chicken fricassee with green beans, a lovely salad, local artisan cheeses including Roquefort, Rouleau goats cheese and a Banon, washed down with a very pleasant Fixin burgundy wine.
The meal was finished with a light lemon mousse.
How Dana and Beata could have sat through it on their marked bottoms I did not know, as mine was, indeed, very tender.
Conversation was light and with no references to what had happened or what was planned; though Sophie shared some of her history with us and how she had got interested in the scene through
