Chapter Four
The next weekend was very different. Eva didn’t say if she had anything planned. I simply had to go to her place on Saturday morning. I arrive dressed casually in jeans and a t-shirt, as she had told me. Without ado, she told me to get in her car. She had a large bag with her, but I knew it wasn’t my place to ask what was in it. We drove for about an hour, by which time we were out of London and deep in the country. On the way she had told me to take off my jeans and the knickers I wore underneath.
“If we happen to stop and a truck draws up alongside, he’ll get a good view,” she said. “Don’t try and cover yourself up, but keep your legs together.”
In fact no trucks drew up. Eventually we turned off a main road and onto a track through a wood. After a mile or so Eva stopped.
