She is sitting in an armchair,he knows. He hears the faint music playing from herstereo. He pauses at the corner of her house andlooks around. No o...e in sight. He gives in to hisurgent need. He slips around the corner of the houseto the window on the side. Another view of her livingroom unfolds before him as he bends to peek.She lies back in the chair, her eyes closed, her hairspread around her shoulders. The candlelight reflectsfrom her creamy skin. His eyes fill with the sight ofher. .. hasn't it? What is it... thirty days?"She sat down, heavily, resignedly, and looked up at him. "Yes... a-and a f-fine... I think..." You've never been run-in, then... there's always a first time." No... I-I've been careful... my h-husband doesn't su- suspect..." she faltered."He knows now! That's why he's in the lock-up!" The salesman fingered the bruise on his jaw."H-How... ?" I was asking about you. He over heard me... and started beating me up!" Oh! No!?" That's the way it was!" he. “Does it have to be white?”“No. Why?”“Could it be pale pink?”“Pale pink? Absolutely. But if it’s not a hanky?”Gingerly I pulled Sandra’s knickers from my pocket. I felt myself blushing slightly as I explained. “Sandra gave them to me as a joke a few weeks ago.” Mrs Walmsley frowned at me but said nothing. “Nothing happened between us,” I said hurriedly. “It was the day we got engaged. After I gave her the ring she said she wanted to give me a present. I said a kiss, but she said that wasn’t a. (Sighs) Now you really are getting me angry, we keep going over thesethings, you haven't got a womanly shape and seem to have trouble inheels. My clothes would look silly on you. Those Mary Janes and flowerprint little dress looks so pretty on you.Look like a six year old! (Giggles) No dear of course you don't, at leasta 12-year-old pre-pubescent girl, and a very pretty one at that. It's allto take your mind off those nasty thoughts, girls of that age shouldn'thave such thoughts about their.