Leaving Madeleine - Part 15
MY EYES OPENED and it was morning. I was still in Brigitte's bed and I was still naked. As was she. If she was awake she was hiding it well. Despite my predicament I held no inclination of rushing out. I fetched my jeans from the floor and put them on. Grabbed my underwear, folded it tightly and shoved it in my back pocket. Brigitte's voice startled me. "Why are you putting Calvin in your pocket?" "They're dirty," I responded. Somehow this answer was satisfactory. "Want breakfast?" she asked. "Where?" "Here. I can make pancakes or ham and eggs." Evidently she was in no hurry to get rid of me either. I was glad. "Pancakes sound grand." "Grand," she repeated. "What are you, from the nineteen-thirties?" "Yes, " I replied. To this she said nothing, but pulled the covers away without shame, her tight, unblemished skin and tiny breasts welcoming the sunlight. "Mind if I shower first?...