The mid-summer night warmth was stifling as Benny raced along the suburban streets on his push-bike. So much for Leila saying they had plenty of time. The truth was that although he had s*x with her because he was sorry for her, she also made him feel good about himself.
She liked his body and thought he was sexy; even Shona, the only proper girlfriend he'd ever had, had never told him that. And when Benny looked at himself in the mirror, at his already thinning hair, flabby belly and big feet, he didn't think he was in the least bit sexy. Not like Errol Flynn or Clint Eastwood or John Wayne.
Leila had even met Clint Eastwood one night at a party and said that he, Benny was sexier. He didn't believe her at first, but she was insistent. Now, whenever he saw Clint Eastwood on TV he got
