CHAPTER NINE - DECEMBER, 1991
I think I awoke first, the following morning. It was Sunday, the first day of December. I put my arm around her and gave Carol’s warm, naked body a gentle squeeze of affection. Drowsily, she stretched, gave me a squeeze and said, “Hmm, ‘morning, darling.”
“Hello, love. How did you sleep?”
“Oh, I had a lovely sleep. I feel so comfortable with you. Everything seems so right. Would you like a drink of tea?”
As I agreed, she slipped out of bed and turned on the kettle. She was standing there, completely naked, calmly making us a drink as though it were an everyday occurrence. I was pleased that she did not have any inhibitions about her body when we were together. She was quite a shy, modest person in front of other people, but, with me, she did not
