Chapter Eighteen
Sunday, 28th
Things with Joe were returning to something approaching what Caroline thought of as, the good old days. Throughout the weekend he was warm, affectionate and attentive, in between running out to play golf, of course.
Sunday morning held the promise of another hot summer’s day. While Joe ate a hurried breakfast in the kitchen, Caroline perched on a stool in her silky white dressing gown making a show of her long legs. She joked with him, asking if he was getting horny because their first encounter was so long ago now. He in turn blushed and mumbled something about a rude ‘phone call last week. Then he saw she was grinning. She had deliberately trapped him into mentioning it.
“Oh, you mean when I called you to rescue me from the hands and thighs of marauding
