Chapter Five
The next day, a Sunday, we lay around, eating toast and drinking coffee. I was naked, she wore a pretty silk robe which only just covered her ass. I wanted her terribly, but I knew better than to approach her. By this time in our relationship I was trained to wait patiently for every s****l act. It’s not that I was passive; when Eva made a move I was passionate in my responses. But it was always to be her move, not mine.
Eva looked up from the newspaper she was reading. “Do you have plans for a summer holiday?” she asked.
“Not really,” I said. “I may visit my sister. She lives in Paris.”
“We could do that together,” Eva said. “On the way there, or on the way back.”
“On the way where?” I asked.
“I’m going to take you for a week to Saint-Julien.”
“What’s that?”
“A large
