I was born in the years immediately after the Second World War in a small French town in the Loire Valley. My father owned a dairy farm and fortunately we had escaped the devastation that many places in Europe endured.
I had a sister, Marie, two years older and a younger one, Sophie. My childhood was spent helping out on the farm and we girls were put to work as soon as we were able to do chores.
Unlike our city relatives, I learned about sex at an early age, but didn't actually give my virginity to Jacques until after I was eighteen. I didn't say "lost" because I was anxious to enter the world of women. As with such things, alcohol was involved. We had gone to the traveling carnival in the village and played some of the games. Unlike other places, the prizes weren't dolls but cheap wine. We won two and promptly drank them. A little later, in the backseat of Jacques father's car, I removed my panties and willingly spread my legs. The rupture of my maidenhead was painful of course, but it soon passed and I was grateful for Jacques patience. I knew I was in my safe period and we fucked with abandon. For me, I didn't reach any high degree of satisfaction, but I knew there was more to discover.
Marie had been the first in our family to attend the university and I followed her two years later. I was unsure of what my future path should be, but while there I discovered both an interest and aptitude for business subjects and that's the field I finally chose.

Like much of Europe and America, France was in the middle of a culture war. For my generation the mantra became; drugs, alcohol, sex and Rock