Body Politic 5
When I walked in the flat was dark. Libby had given me a key and I’d hoped to find her home. I walked straight through into the kitchen, opened the fridge and poured myself a glass of white wine. I carried it through into the sitting room and turned on the low lights.“You took your time.” I nearly jumped out of my skin.Libby was sitting in a deeply upholstered armchair, her short hair shone as did her eyes. A glass of something amber stood on the table beside her. She wore black silk pyjamas...
Lesbian