Chapter 9
THE QUESTION OF HELL DID NOT OCCUR TO PAUL Stone that day. By twelve o'clock, nothing else did, either; nothing that would have ordinarily occupied his mind: work, and all relating to it.
He thought exclusively of Joan Cushing.
He kept seeing her as a continual figure; deep, understanding, sympathetic eyes, sadly profound smile capable of becoming a thoroughly bemused smile....
Then he got over illusions of sympatico, and just concentrated on the body. It was a young body. Strictly speaking, her body was not as ripe or developed as Peggy's, but that was the thing that attracted him most. It was a young, young body that exuded the illusion of perennial youth.
That was what interested Paul Stone.
And not in what could be called a paternal way, either.
Warm currents of sensuo
