Alfred Sharpe

protuberance?' repeated Sir Richard Hawton, whose flushed face made me wonder if the colour was not only down to the considerable amount of Chablis he had drunk but also whether Elena's toes were playing around in the vicinity of his groin in the same fashion as they had done around mine during dinner on the previous night. 'Don't be mealy-mouthed, sir, you mean she clutched your stiffstander, h'm?' “That would be another way of putting it, as Lily Langtry said to Oscar Wilde,' chortled Charles, receiving a sharp nudge in the ribs from Cassie for his pains as Alfred continued: 'After a while we swam back to the shore and dabbed ourselves dry with the makeshift towel though as Gita had said, it was hardly necessary to do so as the warm sun quickly evaporated all the moisture from our bodies. 'We lay naked on the sheet and somehow it seemed the most natural thing in the world was to lean over and kiss Gita ...»