The dress was cut mid-thigh. I suggested she take it off, which she did. We hastened our walk, and finally, we arrived at much less busy streets. Sylvie was very beautiful: 5’8″, 110 lbs., long legs, and a small chest (32 B). Obviously, we didn’t escape attention. We sat on the last bench at the back of the small boat. The walk along the crowded black dock created a situation of indecency and indecent exposure, as few people were aware of the truth. She found a certain pleasure in pressing the fabric against her body, pretending to dry herself. As soon as the door was pushed open, she said:
“Drop everything, close the door, and join me!”
She guided me to the bathroom. We reached Toulon, at the marina in the city center, where the quays, a promenade for tourists, are lined with bars and restaurants. The boat easily rounded Cape Bariou des Campos (Shake the barrels in Provençal). The way back was less of a problem. After composing herself, she got out of the shower, wrapped in a large towel.
