A Crying Shame (96 page)

I should imagine not. Getting back to your
almost orgy.' Next you'll be telling me you pronged some hapless lady up the arse. You're much too large for that type of nonsense, Jon.”

Nonsense?” He chuckled.
Really? I rather enjoyed it. Besides, I should have thought you'd have forgotten all about that little . . . tete-a-tete ...”

Her eyes widened at his use of that particular term to describe their only hours together sexually.

... at Berwick-upon-Tweed,” he finished.

Forget? Hardly, love. If you'll recall, I had difficulty walking the next day.”

Regrets?”

Not a one, Jon.” She patted his muscular arm.
But as we've both said before: it was fun, but we're no good for each other. One of us would have to dominate, and that would spoil it.”

They both paused, standing just outside the circle of illumination, in the small pocket of darkness created by the man-made light. They looked at one another, each remembering that afternoon and night in the northernmost of English towns. It was before Debbie had become Doctor Lewis' traveling companion, and it had been quite steamy for almost twenty-four hours. The two of them had sampled and tasted sex in every imaginable position, until finally all thoughts of love-making had left them and they were engaged in pure animal fucking.

Jon had later introduced her to Walter, and the rest was history.

I did enjoy it, Jon.” She smiled up at him.

As did I. Aren't memories delicious things?”

Quite.” She studied him more closely.
Ah . . . who is she, Jon?”