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of lace-trimmed french knickers.
    Toby shrugged. He knew enough to remember that the Greenes were no longer people of any importance. However, he wasn't sure about Lisa. He fancied her, but then he usually fancied attractive girls. However, there was something about her that was refreshing and attractive, although she was a trifle too edgy for him to feel entirely comfortable with. Just the same, it would be interesting to find out what she was like between the sheets.
    'Sure! Don't worry, Mrs Greene, I'll bring her safely home in the morning!'
    'In the morning?' Stephanie was still standing with a look of shock and fear on her face when Simon finally joined her, by which time Toby and Lisa were speeding across London, laughing at everything and entirely innocent of the alarm their excursion was causing at the Markoff dinner party.
    At three a.m., after a long walk along the Embankment, where Toby talked about his work and his ambitions while Lisa listened intently, they drove to an overnight cafe for long-distance lorry drivers.
    She was intoxicated by the strangeness of it all. Toby himself came from the East End—when he forgot that he was an actor his speech lapsed into a heavy London accent—and the cafe and its occupants were quite outside anything she'd ever encountered.
    There were wolf whistles and appreciative shouts as she walked in, her low-cut green silk dress ludicrously out of place; but it was obvious that the cafe-owners knew Toby well from the way they greeted him like an old friend.
    Over an enormous fry-up of bacon, eggs, sausages, tomatoes, fried bread and chips, it was Lisa's turn to talk. Toby seemed fascinated by the finishing school, unable to believe the sheer banality of some of the classes.
    'What about sex?' he asked. 'Sex?'
    'Sure. What do they say about that? Isn't it part of the curriculum? I'd have thought it was pretty important, but perhaps not if you're expected to marry a peer of the realm!'
    'The only thing they ever talk about is being careful not to squander ourselves on the wrong person. I suppose they're scared we'll get so frustrated we'll dash out and have it off with the first personable waiter we clap eyes on!'
    'And do you?'
    'Jump into bed with waiters? Certainly not!' 'Get frustrated?'
    Lisa knew that she was going to blush and was furious with herself. She put a fork loaded high with chips into her mouth and then hoped he'd lose interest, but he didn't. 'What do you do?' he persisted. 'Mess around with each other?'
    'No!' She was so startled that she began to choke. 'So, who keeps you happy?'
    'Sex isn't the most important thing in the world,' she said, after taking a long drink of water. 'Most of us don't bother about it while we're there.'
    This was totally untrue. The majority of the girls spent a lot of time and ingenuity fixing up assignations with men; returning in the early hours of the morning by climbing up ladders previously hidden by their co-conspirators. But Lisa and one or two other girls didn't take part in any of this. At the back of her mind Lisa was nervous of an affair. She'd seen how involved and vulnerable it made the girls; watched them agonising over late periods and broken meetings, and decided that she didn't want that kind of pain. Sex could wait.
    'For one awful moment there I thought you were going to tell me you were saving yourself for your husband!' he laughed.
    'I'm saving myself for someone I really want.'
    There was a long silence. Toby's face remained expressionless but inside he could hardly believe his luck. She was young, very nearly beautiful, and a virgin. It wasn't the kind of situation he was used to, but it was one he knew with certainty he was going to enjoy.
    He'd already discovered how misleading obviously sexy and experienced girls were. They squirmed and moaned a lot, but deep down they were as cold as ice. It was the girls like Lisa who were the best. The ones who were cool and self-controlled on the surface. Once you got them