Chapter Four
When she got home, she began to think some more about Johnny. He had been presumptuous, disrespectful. She had given him a lesson. Now he was the soul of deference and politeness. But she liked a boy with spirit. She was sure she had not crushed him. She found him very attractive, in his manner and in his appearance. He had a good body, stocky, well-muscled but not too much so. And despite her earlier disparaging remarks, his c**k was by no means insignificant. She found that she wanted him. She wanted to f**k. Johnny would show her how.
Two days later she dressed carefully but not too grandly; she didn’t want to stand out. She got a cab to go the full length of Fleet Street and halfway down she spotted the barrow. She waited for the cab to drive on a little, then called out
