He would like to spend an evening with her, perhaps even a whole night. He has toyed with the idea of asking her to see him in her own time. 113 and other flats in Windsor Mansions inĪ sense they own Soraya too, this part of her, this function. It seems a pity that Discreet Escorts should get so much. Nevertheless he does not cease to hold to them.įor a ninety-minute session he pays her R400, of which half goes to Discreet Escorts. His sentiments are, he is aware, complacent, even uxorious. Given their unpromising beginnings, they have been lucky, the two of them: he to have found her, she to have found him. To some degree, he believes, this affection is reciprocated. How she reconciles her opinions with her line of business he does not ask.īecause he takes pleasure in her, because his pleasure is unfailing, an affection has grown up in him for her. She calls them) on public beaches she thinks vagabonds should be rounded up and put to work sweeping the streets. She is offended by tourists who bare their breasts (`udders', In her general opinions she is surprisingly moralistic. Her temperament is in fact rather quiet, quiet and docile. In the desert of the week Thursday has become an oasis of luxe et volupté. He has been on her books for overĪ year he finds her entirely satisfactory. Technically he is old enough to be her father but then, technically, one can be a father at twelve. Soraya is tall and slim, with long black hair and dark, liquid eyes. He strokes her honey-brown body, unmarked by the sun he stretches her out, kisses her breasts they make love. Soraya emerges from the bathroom, drops her robe, slides intoīed beside him.

He goes straight through to the bedroom, which is pleasant-smelling and softly lit, and undresses. he presses the buzzer at the entrance to Windsor Mansions, speaks his name,Īnd enters. On Thursday afternoons he drives to Green Point. For a man of his age, fifty-two, divorced, he has, to his mind, solved the problem of sex rather well.

Disgrace de coetzee