I guess that’s so. All I know is that on the flight back from Bintan, I didn’t want my weekend to end. How many years had it been since I actually had a weekend that wasn’t dominated by pure lust but by something else? Whatever was happening between Simone and me was something that was new to me. I mean, I’m not naïve, far from it. I married my former wife, the beautiful and brilliant Sylvia Dixon, when we were both caught up in an absolutely out-of-control whirlwind of sexual lightning. Sylvia and I were total sexual dynamite together, and unfortunately, on my part at least, that was our relationship, our marriage. In due course, my inability to keep my hands off other women spelt the end of our marriage. With Simone there was wonderful sex, but there was more. She too was smart and beautiful and more, much more besides. Maybe because I’d aged a few years since I’d been married to Sylvia, I was becoming a normal human being for the first time. The futility of just screwing about in Hong Kong for the past few months had finally sunk in.
