round good-looker, what is your idea of perfect happiness?â
âYachting in Australia.â
You, Sal.
âEver done it?â
âYes, I have.â
âWhat is your greatest fear?â
âMultiple sclerosis.â
âWith which historical figure do you most identify?â
âByron.â
âHow pretentious! Which living person do you most admire?â
âBob.â
âBob-and-Catherine Bob?â
âYes.â
âWhat vehicles do you own?â
âAn Alfa Romeo Spyder and a Cannondale mountain bike.â
âWhat is your greatest extravagance?â
âSilk ties and olive oil thatâs as expensive as the former.â
âWhat objects do you always carry with you?â
âWhy, my little black book of course.â
âAm I in your little black book?â
âYou are in my little black book.â
âWhat makes you most depressed?â
âHousing estates. Oh, and nylon.â
âHear hear. What do you most dislike about your appearance?â
âMy legs.â
âYour legs?â
âToo skinny.â
Richard, theyâre gorgeous, unquestionably masculine, you vain old thing.
âWhat is your most unappealing habit?â
â
Moi? Rien!
â
âRi-
chard!
â
âOkay, I pick my nose, fart and belch.â
âBig deal.â
âSimultaneously. In the bath.â
âGracious Good Lord. What would you most like for your next birthday present?â
âYou. Wrapped up in brown paper and red ribbons.â
âWhen is your birthday?â
âJune the second.â
âIâll see what I can do. What is your favourite word?â
âTelecommunication,â proclaimed Richard. âWell, it
sounds
nice, doesnât it?â Sally raised an eyebrow. âOh, all right then â copulation.â
âLater. What or who is the greatest love of your life?â
âMy mummy!â
Laughter erupted and Sally tickled Richard into saying âArchitectureâ and finally admitting âFoodâ.
âOoops, watch that cup! What do you consider the most overrated virtue?â
âEtiquette.â
âWhat is your greatest regret?â
âThat my father and I did not get along.â
âItâs never too late for a reconciliation.â
âHeâs dead.â
âOh. Poor Richie. Mine died when I was fifteen. When and where were you happiest?â
âFinishing the London marathon three years ago.â
âWhat single thing would improve the quality of your life?â
âA housekeeper-cum-therapist-cum-masseuse-cum-sex-goddess. Want the job? Seven-fifty an hour?â
âTen? Done! Which talent would you most like to have?â
âTelepathy.â
âWhat would your motto be?â
â
Bien faire ce que jâai à faire
.â Sally nodded, earnestly hoping to veil the fact that she had not the faintest idea what that meant.
âHow would you like to be remembered?â
âAs Sally Lomaxâs favourite lay!â
As Sally Lomaxâs favourite.
âThank you, Richard Stonehill, for your co-operation and honesty. Would you like your reward now or after lunch?â
âWhat do you think?â
Richard and Sally explored each otherâs bodies with a new inquisitiveness and a new depth. A new tenderness, too. Richard found how Sallyâs personality shone through; her breasts spoke of it, her fuzzy bikini line proclaimed it. She spent a long time caressing his legs, with hands, lips and eyes, showing him that they drove her wild. She whispered âtelecommunicationâ as she chewed and licked his ear lobes. He hummed Genesis and sang âTurn It On Againâ after she came. She came again. She felt more fulfilled than she had with any other man, not that there had been that many. Now they both wanted to give, not merely to take. To give and to receive, to linger and to lap
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