When I was younger, I would wrestle with this thirty-eight year old woman, who was my new girlfriend's mum. I would touch her body all over and I loved it. I was so blatant, she must have known. I don't know why I haven't had sex with her yet. I used to search out her dirty clothes as well. I'm staying with her tonight; I've already had a shower, but I could not find any knickers to wear. Her husband is a good man, a very good man. I would still love to have her for myself. I wish I was young again and could wrestle. Maybe I can somehow; I'm going in to see what happens.
— Alain, 39