Chapter Eleven
Sappho Becomes a Hooker
“You’re kidding!”
“No, come on, I can do it.”
“D’you want to do it?”
“Yes, only once, but I want to do it!”
Sappho was convincing me she wanted to be a lady of the night for one punter and we agreed it could be for just one punter as long as it was for a very carefully chosen one. The thing to work out was how it could be arranged because these things can go wrong and they could, quite easily, go very badly wrong. Neither of us wanted that.
We were sitting in the pub again, just the two of us: I was drinking ale and Sappho had reverted to type and was sipping from a very large glass of very cold, dry white wine. It was a warm evening so we’d taken our drinks outside and were sitting at a trestle table high up at the back of the garden. Then it
