Afterwards

She leaned forward slightly, across the wide table, her breasts pressing against the thin silk dress.

It was, in fact not real silk. However it was a first-rate copy and only the man with a trained eye would have spotted the fake, and Tim knew as much about genuine fabrics as the average man or woman knows about anglo saxon poetry.

You know Tim that Id like to come back. How do you English say, to your place?

Yeah, he said, trying hard to look away from those barely concealed globes of...