Chapter Eight
Sappho Meets Frederick
By now Sappho’s mind had been broadened, along with other parts of her anatomy, but she showed no signs of embarrassment or regret. In fact, the opposite was the case because a new spring had come into her step; a step that jiggled her breasts.
We enjoyed the pub because, although it was a bit run down, its situation, high on a river bank looking west, up river, towards the city centre, made it a haven for sundowners on warm evenings. Outside, there were gardens and a terrace and, inside, two large picture windows that offered panoramic views. It was one of my favourite places and Sappho took to it like a duck to water.
I wanted to introduce Sappho to an old friend; a man called Frederick, who was exceptionally well-read, so I made the call and arra
