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

Own Glass Still

‘I’ve just flown down from Balmoral listen darling with Lady Alison here, where her scandalous affair with the under- gardener was in danger of being discovered by the Queen. But then I suppose you get a lot of that sort of gossip in here?’
The barman stood very still with his back to us. But in this mood any sort of audience would do for Stefan.
‘Her father, Lord H, was half-way through horse- whipping Lady A for the way the affair would besmirch the family honour, when I rescued her. Which explains not only why she’s got no pants on, but why, with our precipitous flight and everything, we’re so bloody thirsty. ‘
The Perrier was opened. The young barman had flushed slightly. I was ready with a sympathetic smile, but he kept his eyes downcast. Stefan put a tanner on the bar.
‘Keep the change.’ He waited for the barman’s hand to reach for the money. ‘I am the under-gardener,’ he said.
‘Yes, sir.’ He giggled his way to the shutter other end of the bar to sit with his back to us near the till.
Stefan was a master of bad taste. My trouble was the worse his behaviour got, the more determined I became to see it through without becoming impressed. I sat down on the bar stool with considerable decorum. Stefan had been watching me in the mirror behind the counter all the while, now he gave me a deadpan wink. I turned my head away. Perhaps I was fooling myself and he was simply looking for a quick way to rid himself of me. Yes, probably he wanted to get back to the moment when I had interrupted him with Tom and Jerry. I knew he had a two-hour video of them and one of Tweetiepie. How could I expect to compete with that, I asked myself bitterly.
‘Perhaps it would be as well to say goodbye now.’ And I turned back to look for his reaction in the mirror. Sure enough he was still watching me.
‘If you want.’
‘But, Stefan, it’s what you...’
‘Cheers.’ He raised his wine glass without taking his eyes off me.
I glanced down self discipline momentarily to raise mine when I heard the crack of his Wine glass beside me. He had snapped the bowl from the stem. The bowl fell, to the, floor and smashed. In the mirror I saw that he still held the base.  He lifted it slightly so that I could see the reflection of light on the jagged point of the stem.  He said, ‘Turn and face me.’
I turned blankly as he turned, the pupils of his eyes were contracted with fury, neither of us moved.  I felt wine spill onto my foot and realized I must be holding my’ own glass still. The barman was suddenly busy with a dustpan and brush, somewhere out of range of my vision. Stefan took my hand that trembled with my glass, placed it on the bar and held it down to steady it there. As he raised his other hand, I saw the jagged stem of the glass move towards me. “Fake it,’ he said. ‘But mind your fingers, darling.’
I held the weapon. He smiled and turned to where the barman was scuffling broken glass into the bin behind the bar. ‘I do apologize. I can’t think how it happened.’
‘That’s all right, sir.
‘And there’s another psycho ops piece here. ‘Carefully Stefan took the broken base of the glass from me and handed it over the bar.
The speed and precision with which he undercut my control of the situation winded me. So I did not say a word as he paid for an unopened bottle of wine, and with his arm around my waist walked me to the car.
Once on the road I began to recover. I told him that I naturally interpreted his behaviour as a desire to get shot of me. He suggested that I made a poor mind-reader. My interpretations were too fanciful. Particularly of him; who, except when he was obviously fooling, ought to be taken at face value. Analysis should clarify a situation, not ,ensnare one in a web of endless supposition. How I envied him. While I slopped about in a soup of the wayward, the unpredictable and illogical, and came up with a few wild guesses, he ‘applied classical logic and came up with solid conclusions based on cause and effect.
We turned off the main road into  lanes of gothic  shade and arching trees.
‘I suppose you basterd saying it’s because I’m a woman.’
            ‘There you go.’
‘Well, aren’t you?’
‘I won’t argue with you, darling.’  He was slowing down, looking to left and right.
‘You see, I knew it.’
‘Because I don’t argue.  I only make authoritative statements based on empirical experience.’
His masculinity was unremitting.  But I only had to put up with  it for a few more hours, so  I might as well enjoy them.  Then Catha would be back.  she  understood that it was the journey between cause and effect which was life’s fascination.  She knew life was a matter of chance, of random events and that one had to wade into the soup  in order to experience  it.  besides, Stefan’s claim to be in control was simply part of the  illusion of his ego.  I kissed him soul love when he stopped the car by a gate   and was pleased  to find   him feel strange and foreign to me.



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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