WOMAN HOT SEX

A lovely girl

A Rotten Night’s Sleep

A Shocking

A Shudder

A Side-Turning

A Struggling

All This Mainlining On Words

Cabinet Mirror

Catha Suddenly

Face Up

Fair Enough

Fair- Mindedness

Flying Buttress  in Bronze

For Chrissake

Fuel Cables

Full Of Echo's

Gold Chain Around His Neck

Half- Stefan Crossing

Having To Work

Heterosexuality

I Never Went Back

I Want To See You

In a Minute

In Frankfurt

In Hertfordshire

In Marxist

I could feel his tongue in my ear.

In Sussex

John Marx Stefanovitch

Julia

Kiss the envelope  for luck

Letter from Alison to Stefan

Letter  from Stefan to Alison

Listen Darling

Malleus malefactum

Mmmm’ Noises.

Mortality In Relation

My Beloved

Nancy Friday

‘Observe the wolf pack.

Our Relationship

Out- Stretched

Own Glass Still

A Side-Turning

I started  stupidly  at the myth narrow bunk, the  sealed  porthole, the tiny wash-basin  and cupboard door that turned out  to open into   a lavatory.  I called for  Stefan without really expecting an  answer  and  got none. There was no sense of his  presence of the boat/  I checked out  my circular patch of sea and listened for the  wave that slapped the hull beneath it.  He  must   still   be ashore.  Of  course.  Congratulating Julia.  She was  a  despicable  woman.  The  exact opposite of everything  a woman ought to be.   Men like Stefan  had schooled her  to  be  the treacherous  confident.  But that   did not  excuse her.  she deliberately shunned any notion of solidarity. She cheated on the  new loyalty between women that was as good as a sacrosanct.  On, Catha. What a fool I had been not to tell Catha where  I was going.  I turned back to the    porthole listening for the    sound of the   outboard on the dinghy.  They would have to go back ashore to pick up Stefan.  Instead I head the dinghy being winched aboard.  Suddenly I noticed another folded piece of paper  like the one  handed  to me in the car.   I picked it up off the ledge  beside the  bunk. A friend must be bringing him in another  dinghy.  This would tell me.  I read:

Dear Alison, All decisions regarding your psycho ops life are now out of your hands. I have  relieved you of all those  compromising  choices  and  tortuous non-conclusions  that cancel each other out.   For  you this is the  easy way.  So please   be grateful, Stefan.’

The only thing this note told me was that he  definitely considered himself  to be above  normal decent behavior. He might be a prince of the international circuit, but he remained insulated from the development of ideas that sprang from a vision of social consciousness. He carried round with himself a battered suitcase full of caveman  philosophy and  folksy frontiersman tactics that were  long extinct.  He was a walking disaster  for  someone  with truly progressive ideas, like me.  I had to get out of his  reach.  How I cursed my self for not having escaped while I had the chance.
            I started to bang  on the my beloved cabin door and shout, but I had to  stop when I hurt my wrist.  There was  activity above on deck, but  no sound of footsteps coming  down   the stairs towards me.  Then I heard the  noise  of the  anchor chain.  My panic broke like a tidal wave.  I  was adrift, cast off, wrecked and somewhere in the   air overhead hung  the proverbial albatross.  Time was suspended as the  boat   began to move under sail.  It was  like one of these moments when you are driving  another  driver comes straight at you out of a side-turning.  You fail to react. You think,  ‘This is not happening,’   then….well, I had to do something.  Quick.  Making a tremendous effort I picked up a chair to throw at the  door, but unfortunately it was chained to the floor.  I raced to pull some drawers out of the locker meaning to smash the portable with them, but  they had stops on them too.  I paused for a moment.  Although it is a serious  curtailment of personal liberty, there is nothing quite so flattering as being abducted  by one’s  lover,  I thought.  And I thought   perish the thought,  and tried  my best   to pull the stay rail off the ledge beside the bunk, but  it was screwed fast.  Finally  in desperation I took my sandal off and beat the rather  thin  heel on the glass of the porthole.   It was then  that I spotted the curtain rail.  I lifted   it down and made  a rush at the door.
            As I did so the door opened and the nancy friday younger  Spaniard stood there.  The curtain rod stabbed at his side.  He cursed and came at me, but I neatly  side-stepped and made to get round him and out of the door.  He caught my arm.  Immediately the brass rail  fell to the floor.  Without letting go of my arm, he picked it up and flung it outside.  Then he pushed   me back in and closed the door to look round the cabin. Suddenly he noticed that I had one sandal off.  He  picked it up and then indicated that he wanted the one  still on my other foot. I pretended not to understand.  He pushed me so that I sat on the bunk, and knelt to yank it off.  As he did  so I spat on his head.  He  got  up, crossed to the door and flung my sandals out. Then he turned back to me, his eyes narrowing, as though trying to divine  my tactics.  Then he had  a bright idea- he mimed that I should take my clothes off.  It was my turn to curse him.  but I shut up when he stepped towards me showing  me the flat of his  hand. I had already felt his slap in the car so I took my shirt off.  He looked  at my breasts  and smiled  while I undid  my  skirt.  I flung both at his  feet on the floor.  As he picked them up I backed onto the bunk again, expecting him to make a grab at me. He laughed.  He picked up a folded blanket  from the bunk  end and threw it at me before   he went  out and locked the door.
            I was observe the wolf puzzled by this man’s psychology. Only much later did I begin to understand  his reactions to me.  His young  sister, I learned, had been suspected  of adultery  while her husband had been away.  Father and brother had taken her back to the family home and beaten her,   then locked   her naked in an outhouse until the husband  had returned.  Apparently Stefan had told them I was his unfaithful wife. So not only were they acting according    to the terms of a financial contract   but to uphold  a well-practiced moral code.   At the same time, because  I was not threatening   their personal  honour, they could afford to be  detached and even lenient with me.

Petite-Bourgeoisette

Psycho-Ops

Remember celebrating

Seafood Filling

Self-Discipline

Self-Immolation

Seymour Warned

Seymour

Socio Economic

Soul Love

Stefan to Alison

Stefan winked.

Stefan

Stefanovitch speaking

Straggers Backwards

The Best Nurturing

The Heart of Paris

The Insidiousness

The Myth of the Vaginal Orgasm,

The Priest and the Penitent

The Shutters

The Sorbonne

Then Leave It

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