The House In The Woods A Sexual HistoryChapter 19
On the way back to London, we stopped in the little Cambridgeshire town of Royston. Sarah sidled furtively into the ladies' loo in the car park, under instructions to stay there until I returned for her. First I went to the bank, and after a nerve-wracking call to my own branch, I withdrew £1,000 in cash, almost emptying my current account. Then I went shopping. The headline on the newsstand made me lurch. 'Group Bombers Named.' Trying to steady my shaking hand, I bought a copy of The Sun...