Dirty Minds. T Williams A

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      Chapter Four

      ‘Ariadne, oh Ariadne darling.’

      Jimmy was affecting a high-pitched, nasal whine. His voice echoed up the stairs.

      Clinton stirred. Out of habit, he looked at the alarm clock on the bedside table. It was almost lunchtime.

      ‘Thank God it’s Saturday.’

      ‘Who’s Ariadne?’ The girl’s voice was sleepy.

      ‘That would be me.’

      He climbed out of bed and opened the curtains. A gusty wind whipped the rain diagonally across the glass. He could barely make out the shape of the houses across the road: A good day for going back to bed again. He turned away and surveyed the chaos in the room. Her clothes were strewn across the floor, as were his. Her red bra was draped across the reading light. The Chablis they had spilt on the desktop was congealing, the shape of her buttocks still discernible in the sticky mess. He licked his lips. Among all the other tastes, there was definitely Chablis.

      He opened the door, and wandered out onto the landing.

      ‘Oh, for fuck’s sake, put some clothes on, Clint.’ Jimmy had brought the post upstairs.

      ‘That’s Ariadne, to you, James.’ He did his best to imitate Jimmy’s high-class accent. Jimmy did it better, but then he always had had a way with words. ‘Leave the letter there, my man. One is going for a piss.’

      When he emerged from the bathroom, he picked up the large A4 envelope, addressed to Ms Ariadne Anstruther. He took it back into the room. Dolores had gone back to sleep, so he didn’t disturb her. He dug out a clean sweatshirt and jeans and sat on the edge of the bed, as he pulled on socks and shoes.

      Inside the envelope was a letter addressed to Ms Anstruther. He checked the signature. He had been right in his assumption that it was a man. Feeling hungry, he wandered downstairs to the kitchen. Jimmy was sprawled in the lounge, watching football.

      ‘Coffee?’

      Jimmy raised a thumb.

      Clinton went into the kitchen. As the coffee machine wheezed into life, he read through the letter. When the green light came on, he made two big cappuccino coffees. He went back into the lounge.

      ‘Here.’ He pushed the cup into Jimmy’s hand. ‘And take a look at this. We have a result!’

      ‘One thanks one, Ariadne dearest. Pray tell me, is this coffee the finest arabica, or is one slumming it with Brazilian?’

      ‘Just read the fucking letter, Jimbo.’

      Jimmy read it through. From time to time, he looked across at his friend. Finally he laid it down.

      ‘Historical, that’s awesome. What the hell do you know about historical sex?’

      ‘I know sex, Jimmy. The historical is just a matter of digging around a bit on the internet. All we’ve got to do is choose a century. You know anything about history?’

      ‘I know it’s light years since I got lucky.’

      ‘I’m serious. I need a time and a place.’

      ‘I’m serious too. What I need is a woman. And you also need what he calls an “encounter”.’

      ‘That’s the easy part. I won’t just write it, I’ll perform it.’ His thoughts flitted briefly back the girl upstairs. ‘If I haven’t already done it.’

      Jimmy had a stroke of genius. ‘How about cavemen? If we go with cavemen, there’s no dates to get wrong, or other stuff. Imagine if we made it, say, only a couple of hundred years ago. Have you any idea what was going on then, who the king was, or stuff like clothes? Hell, the ladies’ underwear was probably whalebone corsets.’

      ‘And chastity belts.’ Clinton really didn’t know much about history. ‘Cavemen is good. I like cavemen. I always thought Barney Rubble’s wife was hot.’

      ‘Wilma?’

      ‘No, the other one, I’ve forgotten her name. Wilma was Fred Flintstone’s wife. But cavemen is good. Now what about where?’

      ‘Does it matter? If we are going back a few million years, anywhere will do.’

      ‘How many million years are we going back?’

      ‘Ten, maybe?’ Jimmy was a good accountant, but he didn’t know much about history either.

      ‘Fine, we’ll make it ten million years ago. As for the place, we’ll need caves. You any idea where there are caves?’

      ‘Underground.’

      ‘Yeah, right,’

      ‘I think this is where we turn to our faithful laptop. We’ll find some caves somewhere easy enough. Cheddar Gorge, maybe? That sounds like the kind of place we want.’

      ‘Now then, all I’ve got to do is to decide what sort of sex to give him.’ Clinton was going to enjoy СКАЧАТЬ