I had never thought about having a black woman before. Her flat had the advantage of overlooking the communal garden with a grandstand view of the swing park. I knew of a secluded spot, under a big beech tree, right on the bank of the river and away from walkers and sightseers. I had a grandstand view of her snatch. “There, oh my God! I had been with them for only six weeks, two of which had been spent on holiday in Crete. Those lips that were working at forming words, but were saying to my sub-conscious, kiss me. I had to pinch it, not too hard, just enough to bring a gasp from between her parted lips. It was a simple statement of fact. In record time, I had closed up my site-office and had the car running by the time she came down the stairs. I didn’t have a bathing costume and had to buy one on the way to Tooting Beck Lido. I stared at her, marvelling at her beauty and the way the
