The Secret Chronicles of Henry Dashwood, Vol. 2

Cafe Turc, Tea Russe et Liqueurs Perhaps it was the oysters and the constant flow of a very fine Chablis which kept the conversation so animated for I soon began to feel sexually attracted to the gorgeous Jenny. Yet, despite the fact that we chatted away extremely amicably, a little voice inside my brain insisted on informing me that on the girl's part, there was little or no magnetic energy of sexual attraction for me. I tried to ignore the voice, but even whilst I was speaking to her, I noticed how several times her eyes slid across the table to where Alfred Toddington was amusing Cassie with a light-hearted tale about how he had nearly been caught in flagrante delicto with a concubine from the harem of the Rajah of Lokshentan. I stopped talking to Jenny and leaned over the table and said to Alfred: 'Mr. Toddington, Miss Nairman and I could not help overhearing your fascinating story.

Do please continue, it sounds most interesting.' A slight blush coloured his cheeks but he was encouraged to continue by Elena Morley who called out from the head of the table: 'Ah, is this a tale from the Mystic East? I'm sure we would all like to hear it.' To his credit Alfred turned to Elena and spread out his hands and said: 'I don't think it is as interesting as all that, Mrs. Morley.'

'You're being modest, sir,' I said heartily, hiding my ulterior motive of embarrassing Alfred under my veneer of chummy heartiness.

'Now what was the concubine's name again? Gita, wasn't it? So there you were lying down with her on a blanket on the bank of the River Akash and I'm sure we would all love to know what happened next!'

The murmur of conversation round the table faded into silence and Alfred gave me a glassy smile. Then he mopped his brow and ploughed on with his anecdote. 'As I just said to Miss Braithwaite, it was a hot day and the sun was pounding down on us. '“The water looks so inviting that I wish I had brought my bathing drawers and a towel with me,” I remarked and she looked back at me with her flashing dark eyes and replied: “You don't need to wear anything to go into the water, Alfred sahib. Don't you know that it's much nicer to swim without any clothes on at all? It feels so free to splash around without anything on. Let me show you we can use this sheet for a towel although we'll be able to dry ourselves off in the sun very quickly.” 'Gita stood up and unravelled her robe until she stood naked in front of me.

She was a pretty girl of only seventeen with very full breasts and a delightful slender figure with a perfectly proportioned little bottom that was well developed for a girl of her age. She paddled her way into the river and slid down into the cool water and called out: “Come on in, Alfred Sahib, this is great fun.” 'I wavered for a few moments because I was now amused with desire for the girl and although the Rajah and myself were on good terms, I knew that he did not take kindly to anyone helping themselves unasked to the fruits of his orchard, so to speak.' 'That's putting it mildly, Mr.