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that on every occasion either heralded or followed such expeditions. She insisted I share in them. mink, two of my best gowns and a lot of my costume baubles and accessories were all tributes to the excellence of her company. Of course I had my own companions and amusing occasions too, but somehow I always seemed to get a bigger and specially vicar- ious enjoyment from Dawn's glamourous adventures.

on her back

She stepped into her slippers, went into the bedroom and lay down on the gilt chaise longue. She reached for a cigarette lit it and said "Do the necessary for me will you please darling?" I went to the bathroom cabinet, came back and did what she had asked. "Time for me to call your cab I think." phone in the hall. The number was engaged and I came back to find Dawn nude save for her gold sandals stepping into her dress. "Nothing else?" I asked.

I said and went out to the tele-

"To coin a phrase NO!" she replied pointedly.

I left it at that and went back to the telephone and called the cab company again, this time success- fully. "Radio link, please," I asked, and then told the radio operator to get Maurice in his cab for me. Maurice is Dawn's favourite taxi-driver he owns the company but prefers driving to sitting in the office. "Maurice", I said when we were connected, "Dawn's got a date at Mario's place this evening can you come round in a quarter of an hour and I'll have her out at the curb-side for you.' His voice crackled back at me over the radio.

"So the older glamour-puss is going to have the place to herself tonight. Guess I might drop around for a drink later on."

"Do that Maurice," I said "but not so much of the 'older' - there's only five years in it!"

He laughed and said, "yes and about 25 pounds.'