Chapter Seven
One morning I met her over the breakfast table, as I often did these days.
“Interesting night?” I said. I had lost none of my appetite for hearing all the grisly details.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” she teased, and giggled.
“So what? Something special?”
“I would say so, yes.”
“So, what?”
“What would you say to a girl?”
“A girl?” I echoed. “You f****d a girl?”
“Don’t you think I could?”
“Well, of course you could, if you wanted. I didn’t know you wanted.”
“Nor did I,” she said. “She persuaded me.”
“What sort of girl is she?”
“Young, bright, sophisticated. Daddy is rich, I’d guess. She had expensive clothes on.”
“And then off,” I said. “So she seduced you?”
“You could put it like that. I was in a club, with a girlfriend, a mate of Sally. This girl asked me to da
