I suppose my affair with Sarah marked the beginning of the rest of my life. We fooled around each Sunday, either on my bed or hers, or we fucked on the plush couch in the parlour, leaving behind little evidence of our coupling.

I remember my mother visited my aunt in eastern England. I was to stay put and not to let Sarah out of my sight while Susan accompanied the rest of my family to Hertford, the county town of Hertfordshire.

Let’s just say Sarah and I enjoyed our makeshift honeymoon. Two weeks of sex wore out my libido. We ventured across uncharted territory. We explored every curve of the human body. We were fearless.

“You look quite pale,” said my mother when she arrived from Hertford and demanded that I fetch her luggage. “I trust that you have behaved like a gentleman.”