Half of it spent in furious carnal activity with Candy, alternately bonking and posing for her endless sketches until, on Saturday evening, his miraculous erection had collapsed like a punctured balloon. Candy had tucked him up in bed by himself in a cosy room and left him to sleep, waking him on...
He was drunk on two Negronis, a bottle of Venetian Chardonnay - and the intoxicating presence of Gossamer Hawk. Dinner had gone well, so well that Gossamer had promised to show him round afterwards 'below stairs at the PC'. And so here he was, boozily following the Prosecutor into a meanly furnis...