Like most people, I suppose, my life has been one long journey lined by love, failure, and heartache. I warn you now, these stories, whilst full of love, sex and excitement, will rarely end in a happily ever after.
This will be my attempt to immortalise those memories, before they fade. As a result, I cannot guarantee the accuracy of my retelling, as my recollection is already rusty.
The events of this story occur before [the story of jess](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/87zzio/my_sisters_best_friend_fm/), though earlier in the same year
Like all stories, this must have a beginning. So let us begin with the story of Laura, my first serious girlfriend.
Laura made her first appearance in my life in my last year of highschool, in the form of my elder sisters foreign exchange student, an exotic imported delicacy from faraway France.
Laura was two years older than me, the same age as my sister, and thirsted for an escape from her small, provincial town, where she lived with her mother and sisters in an old Chateau, where the stairs were bowed from the passage of feet and time, and the floors creaked in ancient, dusty voices as you walked.