“Well?” she said. Amanda Hamilton was going to be out there for the Rome tennis tournament, staying with friends. “Here,” she said to the teenagers, ‘don’t you want his as well?”The teenagers looked enquiringly at Billy, then politely handed him their books. Anyway he never passed on the message.
“Have you said anything to Tory about us?”“No, not really. No point in saying anything now. Anyone else would have looked a raving poofter, thought Billy, particularly wearing an amethyst-coloured shirt and tie. But there was something menacing about that broad black back and beautifully shaped blond head, a totally deceptive languor concealing the rampant sexuality.
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