Loretta’s face had exquisite bone structure. XXNX She had come to our quiet beachside suburb from the country, to stay with my neighbour Zane and his wife Jade. Have you seen Loretta?”
“No,” I lied. All I could do was breath in and kiss her back. Jade recognized it but said nothing. I felt a trickle of water on my shoulder. “Hi, you must be Loretta.”
“And you must be Pete the painter from next door. It was a beautiful shade of strawberry blonde with redder streaks and hung heavily just above her tanned shoulders. Let’s say seven?”
“Wonderful. “Is it the Kama Sutra?”
“No, the Koka Shastra.”
“The Hindus wrote a fair bit about sex, it’s called erotology, isn’t it?”
I was impressed, “That’s right.” Quietly I added, “Very good!”
“What does it say?”
Then, for an instant I saw the genuine desire for knowledge in her eyes – as though she appreciated
