Of course, he found women attractive.
Of course, he was well aware that other men were envious of him because he attracted women so easily.
But at the same time there was something he did not understand.
Why, when a lovely woman twined her arms round him and told him passionately of her love, should he want to escape?
It was a strange feeling he could not control and it prevented him from surrendering himself as completely as the woman surrendered herself to him.
He loved a woman for her beauty.
He loved the way she would flirt with him as soon as they met, the look in her eyes that told him only too clearly that she wanted him to make love to her.
Sometimes, when they had particularly possessive husbands, it was impossible and then he thought he would be missing something he would
