Chapter 18

• “Is it exchangeable for something of the same value?” she asked, leaning back against the balustrade, the position drawing his eyes to her breasts like a magnet. They looked magnificent under the thin yellow cotton dress she was wearing. She moved a little and he realised that she was not wearing a bra. He struggled to focus on her face – the idea of those delectable titties being bra-less, only inches away from his hands, was almost more than he could take.
• Her face looked different, more grown-up. It took him a few seconds to realise she was wearing make-up, something that had been missing last night. Her lips were slick, red, and shiny with a cherry-coloured gloss that he wanted to lick off.
• He had to clear his throat twice before he could talk. “That depends. What do you want to exchange it for?”