A Slut As A Wife
Emily fora awoke at midnight, just before the alarm on her night table went off
It was not a slow wakening, the do gut stirring that grows in to a stretch
The man on, nearly full, hung high in the sky, accompanied by thousand stars bathing London city below in its silvery light
Emily could not resit the tempting offer the black woman had made to het earlier the day,
The thought had occupied her mind throughout the day even before she fell asleep that night against her will
She had asked herself for thousand times what she had got to lose in framing Dr Ryan up