Closing time

Paolo would have been happy to have stayed all night. But that wasn’t going to happen. Livia liked sex, but she needed just enough to satisfy her and no more. To keep him keen she needed to treat him mean and kick him out.

The carriage clock on her mantelpiece struck twelve. Cindarellalike, she reacted.

“Gosh, is that the time?” she asked rhetorically. “I’m afraid you must go Paolo. The neighbours round here are nosey, and can’t be trusted. Make sure you go quietly, and through the side gate.”

Paolo had his marching orders. Without a murmur, he would obey.