Read Bond 10 - The Spy Who Loved Me for Free Online Page A

loved me, although everything had gone so wrong for him. But my legs began to tremble at the thought of going through it all again. I clutched my knees with my hands to control them. I said weakly, ‘Oh, well…’
    ‘That’s my girl!’
    We went over the bridge and Derek pulled the car in to the side. He helped me over a stile into a field and put his arm round me and guided me along the little towpath past some house-boats moored under the willows. ‘Wish we had one of those,’ he said. ‘How about breaking into one? Lovely double bed. Probably some drink in the cupboards.’
    ‘Oh, no, Derek! For heaven’s sake! There’s been enough trouble.’ I could imagine the loud voice. ‘What’s going on in there? Are you the owners of this boat? Come on out and let’s have a look at you.’
    Derek laughed. ‘Perhaps you’re right. Anyway the grass is just as soft. Aren’t you excited? You’ll see. It’s wonderful. Then we’ll really be lovers.’
    ‘Oh, yes, Derek. But you will be gentle, won’t you? I shan’t be any good at it the first time.’
    Derek squeezed me excitedly. ‘Don’t you worry, I’ll show you.’
    I was feeling better, stronger. It was lovely walking with him in the moonlight. But there was a grove of trees ahead and I looked at it fearfully. I knew that would be where it was going to happen. I must, I must make it easy and good for him! I mustn’t be silly! I mustn’t cry!
    The path led through the grove. Derek looked about him. ‘In there,‘ he said. ‘I’ll go first. Keep your head down.’
    We crept in among the branches. Sure enough, there was a little clearing. Other people had been there before. There was a cigarette packet, a Coca-Cola bottle. The moss and leaves had been beaten down. I had the feeling that this was a brothel bed where hundreds, perhaps thousands, of lovers had pressed and struggled. But now there was no turning back. At least it must be a good place for it if so many others had used it.
    Derek was eager, impatient. He put his coat down for me and at once started, almost feverishly, his hands devouring me. I tried to melt, but my body was still cramped with nerves and my limbs felt like wood. I wished he would say something, something sweet and loving, but he was intent and purposeful, manhandling me almost brutally, treating me as if I was a big clumsy doll. ‘Only a Paper Doll, for Me to Call My Own’ – the Ink Spots again! I could hear the deep bass of ‘Hoppy’ Jones and the sweet soprano counterpoint of Bill Kenny, so piercingly sweet that it tore at the heartstrings. And underneath, the deep pulse-beat of Charlie Fuqua’s guitar. The tears squeezed out of my eyes. Oh, God, what was happening to me? And then the sharp pain and the short scream I quickly stifled and he was lying on top of me, his chest heaving and his heart beating heavily against my breast. I put my arms round him and felt his shirt wet against my hands.
    We lay like that for long minutes. I watched the moonlight filtering down through the branches, and tried to stop my tears. So that was it! The great moment. A moment I would never have again. So now I was a woman and the girl was gone! And there had been no pleasure, only pain like they all said. But there remained something. This man in my arms. I held him more tightly to me. I was his now, entirely his, and he was mine. He would look after me. We belonged. Now I would never be alone again. There were two of us.
    Derek kissed my wet cheek and scrambled to his feet. He held out his hands and I pulled down my skirt and he hauled me up. He looked into my face and there was embarrassment in his half-smile. ‘I hope it didn’t hurt too much.’
    ‘No. But was it all right for you?’
    ‘Oh, yes, rather.’
    He bent down and picked up his coat. He looked at his watch. ‘I say! Only a quarter of an hour for the train! We’d better get moving.’
    We scrambled back on to the path and as we walked along I pulled a comb through my