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


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


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

Fair Mindedness

I nodded. I was relived by her fair- mindedness.  At the same time I was not very hopeful about having to work anything to show Catha in the way of freeholds etc.  She gave me a piece of her nicotine chewing gum.  It tasted awful. She had got it on prescription from her doctor friend, Sue, because she was trying to give up cigarettes. Her original motivation for starting to smoke, she had   explained, had been sublimation of her misguided wish  to be a man.  Now that she knew should would rather be anything other than a man, even a monkey, giving  up smoking  was the only logical thing to do.  It was bad luck she was beginning to find she need the gum at the same as smoking the cigarette.  I chewed the gum for a while but admit I spat it out into a tissue as soon as the music  re-started I also have to admit that  my thoughts,  in spite of myself, began to drift back towards  Stefan.

‘ça  va , ça va.’  He wheeled  in a trolley and set it alongside the bed.  ‘In the kitchen I dashed off a note to congratulate Mr Moet and Mrs Chandon.  Your turn with Mr Lafitte.’
            ‘I’m never sure about red wine.’
            ‘You will be when you taste this. stefan and observe, my darling, how well the colour of the wine matches the blood of the meat.’
            But it was the smell of the steak that made me sit up.  ‘Fillet au poivre recipe.  Stefan, you have taste.  Shame  your   taste doesn’t  extend to your aprons.’
            He looked down in mock dismay.  ‘But I was going to  give this to you.’  And he took it off.
            ‘No, thanks.’
            ‘But I bought it because it reminds me of you.’
            ‘You’re a pig and a liar.’  I reached for my plate.
            ‘How are we to know we have sensibilities unless we shock them?’ He sat down  beside me among the pillows.  
            ‘Where’s  my knife and fork?’
            ‘Use your fingers.’
            This mmmm noises seemed a ridiculous anti-climax when the  menu reeked of haute cuisine I determined to get my own cutlery  fro the  kitchen.
            ‘I’ve hidden all the knives,’ he said.  ‘In case  you wanted to slash your  wrists.’
            I hesitated.  ‘You’d never be employed as head waiter at the  Ritz.’
            ‘Unless I was  allowed to use my teeth  to cut the ladies’ meat.’  He tore a strip off the streak with his teeth and very politely held it towards the chief recommends my mouth.  I opened my mouth. 
            ‘Fledgling,’ he said.  ‘Soon you must be  strong  enough   to  fly south.’



Remember celebrating

Seafood Filling



Seymour Warned


Socio Economic

Soul Love

Stefan to Alison

Stefan winked.


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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