Finally came myself the author, Christopher Cross, who was British and spoke French. There now took place a degree of misunderstanding since, whilst what I said was the truth, it was intended rhetorically. xxx Allow me to introduce the characters of this story. Whilst over a period of five years of our friendship we were carnally acquainted none was more bizarre than the circumstances of our first sexual encounter. Dominique “elle” worked part time in the Biblioteque Francais at the Economat, an establishment designated for the sale of produce to the French occupying forces. Although I lived in London, I worked so frequently in West Berlin that I part shared the rental of a flat on the Stephenstrasse belonging to Jean Marie in the Moabit area of the former German Capital.
