It has been a long time since my 20 year old son wanted to become a volunteer firefighter in the barracks near our home. Having already had a first interview with the head of the barracks, he had given him the hiring file and a list of official documents to provide. It was the start of summer, and my boy had already taken to the chase to join his friends in the South of France when one evening he called me in a panic. "Dad goes to the barracks to bring back my recruitment file, otherwise I'll be out of time !! »…. And here I am gone to the rescue center.I, the hetero widower, hoped for only one thing; discover a young woman firefighter in her uniform. My fantasy. In the hope of seeing one, I almost forgot to drop off my son's papers.“Hello sir, what can I do for you? A deep voice echoed behind me. He is a man, in his fifties, graying hair and a small emerging beard. He is the head of the barracks, in sports clothes, and dripping with sweat. "I just finished my workout, give me 5 minutes to shower and I can check your son's record." This had never happened to me, but I was troubled by this man, me straight….The captain came to me and ushered me into his office. "Can I offer you a cold drink in this heavy heat?" He told me, staring at me. I accepted a glass of water with syrup, but I couldn't take my eyes off this man. He exuded an out of the ordinary charisma, his uniform was his body in value ... but what happens, here I am flashing on a man, moreover the one who could become the chief of the barracks of my son.“I have little time to devote to you, having an important imperative. But I will check your son's hiring file later and call you back if anything is missing ”. With these words I left the barracks to go home. A strange feeling haunted me, that of having flashed for a man. I was hoping that a photocopy was missing, b ...

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