Miss Eva loved to keep me off-balance. She didn’t like things to be predictable, and didn’t want me to get complacent. Sometimes she caught me completely by surprise. One afternoon I was round at her place. We’d just had lunch and were drinking coffee in her sitting room, each of us reading a book and exchanging words now and again. Suddenly she said, “Lie down on the floor, on your back.”
Of course I did as she said, without hesitation.
“Now raise your skirt, right up to your waist, and take your knickers off.”
I was wearing a sort of schoolgirl skirt, pleated, rather short. I pulled it up, then eased myself out of my white cotton knickers.
“Bend your knees,” Eva said, “and spread your legs.”
I did as she said.
“Wider,” she said.
I spread them as wide as I could. I felt her staring
