“It might be proper to remove your sunglasses,” said Ypres. Her lobster eyes were staring at me. Intent, no doubt, on pairing her words with incontestable seriousness. I was busy going through the latest fashion magazines at the WHSmith in Heathrow’s Terminal 5. I was studying an ad for a glorious Dior dress when Ypres… Continue reading Chapter VII – A Transatlantic Flight
As I have mentioned before, I took great care in ensuring my conversation with Ypres was not overheard. Alas, it appeared our tulip-based mirage had disappeared. The word “breast”, barely uttered from my mouth, was like a bombshell. Heads turned round to access the provenance of the syllables and their effect. Most eyes now became fixated… Continue reading Chapter II – The Duchess
I was exiting from the lavatory, which was not a mean feat, especially for a woman of my, shall we say, voluptuous build, when I was struck, rather uncharacteristically, by an idea. Well, to be honest, it was more of a thought than an idea. Actually, to be entirely accurate, it was an observation, which I… Continue reading Chapter I – An Observation
