"Don't worry Chrissy, Beryl is over there looking at that man's Harleywith Nick, It's a new model. She's not going to leave you."Nikky instructs me to...take my earrings off, put them in my handbag andshe puts my handbag in a compartment under the seat of the bike. Sheputs Nick's helmet on me.I suddenly feel someone's hands on my shoulders."Gee that was a nice bike," Nick says to Beryl as Beryl inspects herbike."Don't worry sweetcheeks, that's my helmet and I'll take any excuse tofeel the wind in. Kim Copeland had been phoned that morning; Zeigler had just hung up the phone from talking to her. She had been enthusiastic about the assignment, and knew just the partner to get for the taking of the pictures while she and Carmel were in her home, fucking like hell on her bed. She'd used the man many times before when she was running a blackmail racket, and since the squeeze on Carmel was different only because there was going to be information handed over instead of money, she was on. I’ll dump the nappy if you would look after her for a minute, these train toilets aren’t the cleanest of places for a baby.” With that she leant across and handed Beth straight into my arms, picked up her little shoulder bag and went.Just like that! I was more than surprised, I was ‘gob smacked’ to use the modern idiom. What greater trust is there than that! I held her close, and all the lovely baby smells immediately came back to me from long ago memories. Johnsons baby powder, milk, and so. We enjoyed a typically delicious lunch and ordered coffee. After the waiter had left I took time to admire Loretta’s face and her fine clothes.“You look fantastic by the way - you dress beautifully.” I always compliment beauty when I see it – it is my duty as an artist to do so. She looked at me in silence and I thought that she was going to blush then, half reluctantly, she said,“Aw, they’re all charity-shop clothes.”“Well, you’re very beautiful in them, aristocratic.”“Yeah right!” she.