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I was jobless and broke when I moved from the city to a low-rent cubby-hole in the county of Hinton. It was furnished in a sort of way, comfortable enough with one large room divided into lounge/bedroom/kitchen. I knew it wouldn’t be long before word got around that they had a lesbos in their midst, and curiosity would soon get the better of them.

Sure enough, one afternoon two weeks later there was a knock on my door. I opened it to a rather plump woman in her thirties, who stood there, holding a cake.

“Hi,” she said. “I’m Amanda, live a few doors down. Baked you a cake.”

“Lovely, thanks, Amanda.” I took the cake. “The name’s Jane and please come in.”

She sat on my couch.

“Tea? Coffee? Or something stronger?”

“That one – the last.”

“It’s just sherry.”

“That’s fine.”

I poured, sat beside her and we clicked glasses. “Cheers.”

Amanda sipped, then said. “We don’t waste too many words around here.”

“Then spit it out.” I could guess what was coming.

“You havta know, Jane, you’ve moved into a nest of hens.”

“You have objections?”

“Not me, and probably not them.”


“We’re curious. We seen you round and heard you talk, educated, like. What’s your sort doing in a dump like this?”

“I’m broke. Flat. Sure, I’d rather be somewhere else but it’s not on right now. Got the sack from my teaching job for calling a spade a fucking shovel.”

“Come again?”

“I used four-letter words in my sex talks to my students. The principal called it ‘filthy gutter talk’ and gave me my marching orders. So, anything else?”

“Yeah. We want to know – we’d like to know – what do your sort do – in bed?”

I laughed. “Nothing like coming right out with it, Amanda.”

“I’m like that. I don’t—”

“—waste too many words?”


“Well, before we sleep we . . .” I stopped, making her wait.

She leaned forward. “And?”

“We make love.”

“I bleedin’ know that, but – how?”

“Want to satisfy your curiosity?”

“I reckon. I think. Maybe.”


“Okay, what?”

“You’ll have to suck it and see.”

“I hope you’re speaking metaphoric-like?”

“What do you reckon? Want to give it a go? Then tell your mates about it?”

“Aw . . . aw . . . I don’t know about that.”

“I won’t bite you – not unless you want me to.”

“Jesus Christ.”

“Save that for later.” I put a hand on her knee and she jumped. “I’m free this afternoon.”

She was suddenly breathless. “Oh, oh. What time?”

“How about now?”

She swallowed the remains of her drink in a gulp. “Now?”

“Of course I’ll have to be paid.”

“I don’t have any money, Jane. Least none I don’t have to account for.”

“To your husband? You don’t have any money of your own?”



“Yeah. He’s a bit of an old dog with money but . . . I know . . . I could buy you something. Something legit. My hubby’s a builder – on again, off again one, and that’s the way the money is. Look around – low-rent houses ’cos no one wants to live here.”

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