The complaint. The weather is nice in this month of August. I am finishing my vacation, I have the morning left to relax on the beach of Saint-Georges-Didonne before considering leaving. I have to return the cottage by 4:00 p.m. and then, it is the departure for a return to Rouen. The cleaning and my bag are done, all I have to do is take off. Like every day, my vehicle is parked near the beach on the side of the road. Shortly before noon, I get up, shake out my towel and leave to get my car. Walking at a leisurely pace, I quickly arrive at the parking place. There, surprise, my Fiesta is no longer there! I think, scan the surroundings, but no mistake, the vehicle is no longer there! It is not a prohibited location, so no pound! There, I think of the worst! My car has been stolen! No way, it's shit! Why mine!, Plus, it's worthless! What am I going to do? After having thoroughly inspected the area, I am certain that my Ford has been stolen! All I have to do is file a complaint as soon as possible and contact the insurance company to see if they can lend me a vehicle for the return. As far as the insurance is concerned, no return possible before Monday! I contact my parents, my father will not be able to pick me up until Monday as well! All I have to do now is file a complaint at the Royan police station. I inform the owners of the rental, who reassure me, the new tenants will not arrive until 8:00 p.m. After three kilometers on foot, I arrive at the police station and wait for my turn at reception. I am then directed to the complaints department! A little more waiting and suddenly a brunette woman in uniform, aged around fifty, comes to pick me up. Made up like a stolen car, she is quite plump but smiling. When my name is called, I get up and follow her. She makes me sit on an old chair in front of a small desk. Even though I'm not there for that, I notice that the last button of her blue shirt is undone, revealing her black bra. I explain to her the reason for my presence and tell her that I want to file a complaint for the insurance. She asks me for the administrative documents of the vehicle and my papers. "Everything is in my car, I didn't take them to go to the beach!" "Okay, we're also going to file theft reports for your papers!" " Yes, thank you, that's nice! The problem is that I was supposed to go back to Rouen tonight, now that's not possible, and my father can't come and get me until Monday! I don't know where I'm going to sleep for two days! The lady fills out my report and the theft forms. She's very friendly and tries to reassure me. She asks me a few questions and asks me if I'm alone. Once the complaint is over, she talks to me a little and tells me that she'll finish in an hour, and that if I wanted, she had a room at her place to help me out. I thank her, tell her that I'll think about it and wait for her in front of the police station and that I have to pick up my bag from the rental. Having no other alternatives, I wait in front of the police station. At least I'll be safe until Monday! While I am lost in thought, a woman in a denim mini skirt comes up to me calling me by my first name: "Hello Marc, it's okay, I'm done for the day, we can go get your things from your rental!" "Oh great, I didn't recognize you in civilian clothes, that's a change!" We go to Saujon, where my little gîte is, I pick up my few things and we head back to Royan. She lives at the entrance to the town. She stops and buys some paella from the delicatessen and here we are at her place. It's a nice little house with a small garden. "Do you want to take a shower to freshen up?" "Yes, with pleasure Madam!" "Call me Sophie, I'm off duty!" "Okay, and thanks again for putting me up!" "You're lucky, I'm on annual leave for two weeks!" Before the shower, Sophie shows me the room, I set up my things. I go to take a shower, it feels good after these disappointments. I make myself comfortable and put on a pair of Bermuda shorts. Sophie also takes the opportunity to shower, she comes back in a little canvas mini skirt and a sleeveless floral blouse that is very low-cut. I don't recognize the policewoman who took my complaint, but rather a beautiful mature woman. We settle down on the small terrace well sheltered by a parasol. "Come on, a little aperitif, it won't hurt us! Ricard, Whisky, Porto, what do you want?" "Like you, I like all three!" Sophie serves two very cold Ricard in beer glasses. She has put some appetizers on the table. I feel good, my immediate problems are behind me, We clink glasses and chat like two old friends. Sophie goes back to get the carafe of cold water from the fridge and comes back to sit closer to me on the sofa. She pours us a second one! We chat like an old couple who are reunited. The second round has relaxed us a lot. "Come on, let's sit down at the table, the paella is waiting for us! Pour us the rosé Marc!" I obey her request and start not to regret the theft of my car. I pour the two gla ...

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