Chapter Two
Eva arranged to meet me in town, at a fancy restaurant she liked. She insisted on paying. I had spent even more time and thought on what to wear than when I went to her party, and I’d bought some new underwear. I’d been tempted to get something really tarty; I saw a couple of pairs of “ouvert” knickers, slit in the crotch. But I thought that wasn’t very classy and I finally settled on some very brief pink silk things. The bra was in banquette style, with straps at the sides, giving a full embonpoint, as the French say (I think). It showed off my modestly sized t**s to best advantage. The knickers were skimpy in the extreme. It’s a good job I was shaved because otherwise my pubic hair would have been peeping out of the top.
It occurred to me that I didn’t really know if Eva ha
