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navel and felt the soft hair beneath. Then my fingers were probing into her, opening her and feeling the heat and moisture. Her pants slipped down but whether I did it or she helped I don’t know. Then she was lying on the bed with her legs spread, with her hand still on my cock, pulling me down towards her.
    â€˜Not yet,’ she said. ‘Soon.’
    Soon was a long time in coming but I didn’t object. We did most of the things with our hands and mouth that are available to do. She was eager and it had been a long time since I’d fucked and we almost blew it several times but managed to delay the pleasure andslow the pace. Eventually she crouched over me and lifted my hands onto her breasts.
    â€˜I want to be on top. Do you mind?’
    I was incapable of speech. I shook my head. She got a condom from a drawer in the bedside table, opened the package and rolled it on. She was in control, holding me in the right position and at the right angle for her to slide down onto me. The sweetness and warmth of it made me close my eyes. It was like being bathed in honey. Her breasts were firm and smooth in my hands and I had the smell of her in my nose and the taste of her in my mouth. She moved up and down, slowly at first and then faster, dropping her weight onto me. I pushed up, wanting to meet her out there somewhere in that place where two people fucking happily go for a little stretch of time. I came in a hot rush that ran through me and made me shout something up at the ceiling. I heard her cry out too, but whether it was with me or before or after I didn’t know or care.
    We lay with the sheet half over us, both sweating, with our legs mixed up and our hands still exploring and enjoying what we found. Her hair had come loose and was lying on the pillow around her head in a dark mass. I ran my finger along from her small ear lobe to the point of her jaw, feeling the soft hair.
    â€˜What’re you doing?’ she murmured.
    I brushed the hair up and down. ‘What Iwanted to do from practically the first minute I saw you.’
    â€˜I thought you didn’t like me. You were so stern.’
    â€˜Me?
Stern?’
    â€˜Yes. Mr Rock Jaw. Mr Broken Nose. Mr Hooded Eyes. Do you know when I decided to trust you?’
    Flippancy and banter had become the common currency in my relationship with Glen Withers. I only realised this some time after she’d gone. Now I resisted the impulse to joke. ‘Tell me.’
    â€˜When you said you wanted to believe me.’
    â€˜I’m glad I said it then. I meant it. And I mean it all the more now, of course. If that’s not pressuring you. Maybe this is just an episode for you, but I’m old-fashioned and . . .’
    â€˜Next time you allude to your years I’ll hit you in the balls.’
    I kissed her and let my tongue play along the gap in her teeth.
    â€˜You like that? My gappy teeth.’
    â€˜It’s wonderful.’
    â€˜Julius wanted me to have them veneered. They could fill it up.’
    â€˜He must have been crazy.’
    â€˜He was worse than that.’ She took my hand and put it on her breast. I plucked at the nipple and felt it stiffen. ‘Are you ready for your surprise, Cliff?’
    I grunted. I was getting aroused again and words didn’t seem to matter.
    â€˜I hired Robert Van Kep. But I hired him to protect me from Julius, not to kill him.’

8
    Claudia wasn’t into cliches. She didn’t put on my shirt, leaving the buttons undone, or wrap herself in the top sheet. I pulled on my shirt and pants and she wore a black and silver kimono-style dressing gown. With her hair down and her make-up disturbed and her big mouth puffy from our kissing, she looked older and younger, more naive and more experienced, a walking contradiction. She had beautiful feet, shapely with high arches and straight toes. Odd what you notice in a heightened emotional state. My mind was buzzing with warring