“Swallow it all,” she said.
She went and poured some water into the wash-bowl and with a cloth washed between her legs, then rinsed out her mouth. “Come here,” she said. She took his c**k and washed it too, carefully cleaning under the foreskin.
“I’m hungry,” she said.
They went out and bought some fish and chips in a shop. Johnny poured lots of vinegar on his chips and salted them well. She contented herself with the salt. The fish was good, crisp and hot, as were the chips. They ate them from the newspaper they were wrapped in, walking along the street. She imagined how horrified her husband would be if he could see her. At the music hall they went in the standing places at the back. The audience were raucous, calling out to the performers, cheering and booing. Guinevere had never se
