by this time, I was very nearly coming, myself.
"Come on, toss me off, the way you do the cricket captain," I whispered, putting it into his hand. He giggled softly, and jerked me fast, with a strong little grip. I tried to catch my spendings in my handkerchief, but some went on his pyjamas and his flesh. His mother would doubtless think he had had a wet dream.
I kissed him again, murmured, "Keep mum!" and hurried down to rejoin the others. I had been missing for a long time.
"We guessed John must have waylaid you," the father said. "He's mad on sport, as you'll have discovered."
"Did he show you his medallion? He's very proud of it," said the mother.
"As a matter of fact, he did," I said. "And it's certainly something to be proud of."
As we were leaving, John's father pulled me into
