Marie came from France as an exchange student.

I was a “host parent,” I guess is what you call it.

Except there was no one less qualified to be a host than me.

Because the moment I saw her, my world flipped upside down.

Marie was beautiful.

Sassy.

And those generous curves drove me nuts.

But this can’t happen because Marie’s my daughter’s best friend at school … and what we’re doing is utterly taboo.