“Do you ever meet other boys, stuck right out here? But I saw the piercing blue eyes he’d described the night before. His clothes were almost dry and he dressed quickly. ” Sal didn’t finish the sentence. He laid a hand on her thigh, letting it wander over her skin to the music of her gentle sighs. Sal watched in silence for a moment and then reached out to stroke his hair. I made him tell me again and again in graphic detail and I questioned him on every nuance of the encounter. But here he was the master. He awoke in darkness. It was thought that a German Bomber had strayed from its squadron during an attack the East coast ports of Sunderland and Newcastle during last night’s full moon. Almost all of the heavy stone built dwellings this high in the Pennines lie derelict or had been converted to summer residences for neurosurgeons and city barristers.
