Chapter Ten
“I’m sorry, Harry. I’ve wrestled with this since the school barbecue and I thought you should know.”
I looked across at Ronnie where she sat on my sofa nursing the coffee I had just made her, my eyes unable to ignore the matronly but shapely legs she had left bare today and which were decorated by nothing more than a slight tan; the underside of a powerful thigh semi-visible where she had crossed her legs in order to dangle a shoe with a low and spiked heel together with peekaboo toes from a rather attractive foot.
My thoughts had come to with a start:
“Since when had I started to notice women’s feet?”
Tantalising high-insteps and bubble-gum toes or not.
I would later wonder if she was revealing herself to me in such a way – subtly or not – deliberately, but for the momen
