“Oh yes.”
“Good.” He reached out. My body is eager for your eyes. It isn’t an easy life, she said. Luckily Mrs B was out and there were no customers, or I’d have heard all about it afterwards, the fat old cow. Damn you, and damn me for what I must do to you, but I love you. Then when we were out in the street and walking I saw that girl again. And yet she never hesitated an instant in helping me, or thought even for a moment of calling the authorities. I came to her room in the night, silent in my bare feet, to seed her dreams further, to make her dream of me; but she was gone. She said it would bring me structure and organisation in my life. So how did she get to be in my bed, wearing a blanky and nothing underneath but a hottie, cradling a mug of tea? We don’t keep track of the countries our feet have trod any longer, the things we’ve done. What do you want me to do?
