Chapter Fourteen
During one of our regular dinners out, I invited Helen to come round to the flat. I wanted to show off how far my training of Henry had progressed.
“Can I bring a boy?” she said. “I’ve got a lovely new one.” Helen went through boys, as she called them, in a steady succession. There always seemed to be a new one.
“Of course,” I replied.
I didn’t say so at the time, but I had a yen to get my hand on one of Helen’s boys, if they were as cute as she said. Not that I was bored with Henry, or with Johnny, but a girl needs a little variety from time to time. And both of them were mature men. Someone very young might be fun.
Helen arrived with a boy who could not have been more than twenty. He was fresh-faced, almost cherubic, with a lovely mouth which I ached to kiss the mom
