CHAPTER 22
THELMA LEFT A note on the bedside cabinet, tiptoed out of the bedroom, and picked up her bra from where it had fallen at the top of the stairs. Her knickers were somewhere down by the front door. She crept silently downstairs so as not to wake Neville, who was sleeping the sleep of the deeply satiated.
She could hardly believe that she was now no longer a virgin; all those years of keeping her hand on her halfpenny had caused her to miss out on one of life’s rich pleasures. Her face burned with the residue of multiple satisfying orgasms. She was going to make up for lost time, but now it was 1.30am and she needed to get dressed; she would be late home and she had to face her mother’s anger.
She almost expected to see a police car in the road outside the house as she pulle
