The House In The Woods A Sexual HistoryChapter 22
We were caught two weeks later, in Exmouth, South Devon. We'd run out of money, and Sarah was trying to shoplift some food. Our brief odyssey was over, and it ended with a bit of a whimper. Nothing had surpassed our first night on the run, when hope was still with us. While we were in Devon Sarah revealed that she'd seen Margaret not just that once, but often, all during my affair with her, that Margaret had fucked and used her ruthlessly, keeping her on a string with promises of support...