Come on in, darling. I’m just about to turn in. I’m absolutely dead. I thought they’d never go!’ Felicity Keynes put her hands lightly on John’s shoulders and turned her head sideways, offering her cheek to be kissed. Her cousin paid the expected homage, thinking as his nose touched briefly the fragrant curtain of straight black hair which swung at her movement how beautiful the slender figure was. He never failed to respond to her beauty, in spite of his familiarity with it through all the years of their adolescence. The brother she never had, she was fond of calling him. They were almost as close as brother and sister, he acknowledged, though his thoughts were often extremely unbrotherly. As now, when, having shut the door of the apartment behind him, she turned and carelessly slipped the black silk robe off to the floor, allowing him a splendid view of her nakedness as she walked through to the bathroom. She called over her shoulder, ‘Come and talk to me in the bath.
