Each time they moved off again the guard locked them in so that they should not be disturbed by other passengers.
It was the way Celeste spoke, the way she looked at them and what Theresa knew was a warm femininity about her that appealed to them because they were men.
She tried to tell herself that she merely imagined it, but her mother had taught her to be perceptive, to use her instinct and above all to look beneath the surface to discover somebody’s true personality and character.
Celeste, she thought, might be an immoral woman, although she was not quite sure what that entailed, except that she knew that it was very wrong and wicked.
At the same time she was young, she enjoyed life and she was very attractive.
By the time they reached Paris Theresa found herself thinking that in
