Chapter Four
A Pair of Leggings
Pleasure without pain. If only.
Over the next few weeks, things went from bad to seriously bad. Lesley retreated to the lounge sulking in front of the TV, while Agnus took up all of Deirdre’s time.
Deirdre anxiously worried. She was not the sort of woman to want to come between a couple; she was more a peacemaker. And as she oiled, rubbed, and kneaded Agnus’s body, she wondered what could soften the heart of such an Amazonian woman.
One Saturday night, as Deirdre worked on a tough knot in Agnus’s shoulder, she caught sight of Lesley flashing past the kitchen window. They were sitting by the agar at the time, Agnus’s face plastered in Deirdre’s much-talked-about charcoal-and-clay mask. Agnus, mulling over why she hadn’t heard anything about the auditions
