A Flirtation With Disaster
February, 1959
My Friend François is the most accomplished philanderer I know. He has wavy brown hair, fair skin, and the most innocent blue eyes in the world. Women find him irresistible.Last year he became a habitué of the Café des Deux Boules where he played cards frequently with a Monsieur Richampoil, a wealthy industrialist.Monsieur Richampoil spoke often of the small factory he had on the outskirts of Paris and invited François to visit him there. One afternoon, having nothing better to do, the young man...
