Auzou Book this is (not) a love letter - the 10 rules of sex and surfing

Hi my Josée, I know I already wrote to you today, but something crazy happened. You're going to be proud of me. You know the new guy? The son of the Lqnpp (the tenant who doesn’t pay)? He wants to take surf lessons. He showed up at lunchtime and I couldn’t say no in front of everyone, Gramboise and all that. So, when he came back asking again, I said OK but it’s 35 euros. His name is Iñigo. But don’t ask me if he’s cute, I have no opinion on that. Anyway, guys are a no-go for me. You know that. This morning, I went surfing. Between wolves and dogs. It was good. I didn’t run into anyone. That was the goal, anyway. I’ve been avoiding the others since last year. And you, how are you? I miss you. Without you, I don’t know what to do. Your Loue PS: Iñigo also asked me for advice on sex. Yeah, I know… Crazy. PPS: The worst part is that I’m starting to think about it…