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bring it bad luck。 For all I knew； I might be just one in a whole row of Derek's girls。 He was so attractive and grand； at any rate at school； that I imagined a long queue of 〃Mayfair〃 sisters； all in organdy and all with titles； at his beck and call。 So I simply said that I wanted to look around for a job and perhaps I would e up later； and in due course Susan went north and a fifth letter came from Derek saying would I e down next Saturday on the twelve…o'clock from Paddington； and he would meet me with the car at Windsor station？
And so began our regular and delicious routine。 The first day he met me on the platform。 We were rather shy； but he was so excited about his car that he quickly hurried me out to see it。 It was wonderful…black with red leather upholstery and red wire wheels and all sorts of racing gimmicks like a strap round the hood and an out…size filler cap on the gas tank； and the badge of the B。R。D。C。 We climbed in； and I tied Derek's colored silk handkerchief round my hair； and the exhaust made a wonderful sexy noise as we accelerated across the High Street lights and turned up along the river。 That day he took me as far as Bray； to show off the car； and we tore through the lanes； with Derek doing quite unnecessary racing changes on the flattest curves。 Sitting so near the ground； even at fifty； one felt as if one was doing at least a hundred； and to begin with I clutched onto the safety grip on the dashboard and hoped for the best。 But Derek was a good driver； and I soon got confidence in him and controlled my trembles。 He took me to a fearfully smart place； the Hotel de Paris； and we had smoked salmon； which cost extra； and roast chicken and ice cream； and then he hired an electric canoe from the boathouse next door； and we chugged sedately upriver and under Maidenhead Bridge and found a little backwater； just this side of Cookham Lock； where Derek rammed the canoe far in under the branches。 He had brought a portable gramophone with him； and I scrambled down to his end of the canoe and we sat and later lay side by side and listened to the records and watched a small bird hopping about in the network of branches over our heads。 It was a beautiful drowsy afternoon； and we kissed but didn't go any further； and I felt reassured that Derek didn't after all think I was 〃easy。〃 Later the midges came and we nearly upset the canoe trying to get it out of the creek backward； but then we were going fast downriver with the current and there were a lot of other boats with couples and families in them； but I was quite certain we looked the gayest and handsomest of everyone。 We drove back and went down to Eton and had scrambled eggs and coffee in a place called The Thatched House that Derek knew about； and then he suggested we should go to the cinema。
The Royalty Kinema was on Farquhar Street； one of the small streets leading down from the Castle toward the Ascot road。 It was a meager…looking place； showing two Westerns； a cartoon； and so…called 〃News〃 that consisted of what the Queen had been doing a month ago。 I realized why Derek had chosen it when he paid twelve shillings for a box。 There was one on each side of the projection room； about six feet square； dark and with two chairs； and as soon as we went in Derek pulled his chair close to me and began kissing and feeling me。 At first I thought； Oh； God is this where he brings them？ But after a bit I sort of melted； and then his hands were slowly exploring me and they were gentle and seemed to know； and then they were there and I hid my face against his shoulder and bit my lip with the exquisite tingle； and then it was all over and I was flooded with warmth and tears came by themselves out of my eyes and wet the collar of his shirt。
He kissed me gently and whispered that he loved me and that I was the most wonderful girl in the world。 But I sat up and away from him and dabbed at my eyes and tried to watch the film and reflected that I had lost my virginity； or some kind of virginity； and that now he would never respect me again。 But then the interval came and he bought me ice cream and put his arm round the back of my chair and whispered that it was being the most wonderful day of his life and that we must have the same day over and over again。 And I told myself not to be silly。 That this was just petting。 Everybody did it； and anyway it had been rather marvelous and it wasn't as if I would get a baby or anything。 Besides； boys wanted to pet and if I didn't do it with him he would find some other girl who would。 So when the lights went out again and his hands came back it seemed natural that they should go to my breasts and that excited me； and when he whispered that now I must do it to him I let him take my hand and put it on him。 But I didn't know how； and I was clumsy and ashamed； and he had to help。 But then his breath came panting against my neck and he said； 〃Oh； Baby！〃 in a long…drawn…out kind of sigh； and I felt a sort of pang of excitement at having given him the same pleasure as he had given me and； now that we had both done it； it was as if some kind of barrier had disappeared from between us； and I felt motherly toward him and kissed him and from that moment on we were somehow different kinds of friends。
He drove me back to catch the last train for London； and we arranged to meet at the same time on the next Saturday； and he stood and waved for as long as I could see him under the yellow lights of that darling little station； and so our real love…affair began。 It was always the same； with perhaps different places for luncheon and high tea； the river； the gramophone； the little box in the cinema； but now there was added the extra thrill of the physical side and always； in the boat； the car； the cinema； our hands were on each other's bodies； more lingering； more expert as the endless summer drew on into September。
In my memory of those days the sun is always shining and the willows dip into water as limpid clear as the sky。 Swans ride in the shadows of the poplars； and swallows dip and skim as the Thames slips down from Queens Eyot； past Boveney Lock and Coocoo Weir； where we used to bathe； and on down the long stretch through Brocas meadows toward Windsor Bridge。 It surely must have rained； there must have been noisy holiday…makers crowding our river； there must have been clouds in our private skies； but if there were I can't remember them。 The weeks slipped by like the river； sparkling； luminous； full of enchantment。
And then came the last Saturday of September and； though till then we had ignored the fact； a new chapter had to be opened。 Susan was ing back to the flat on Monday； I had the chance of a job； and Derek was going up to Oxford。 We pretended it would all be the same。 I would explain to Susan； and there would be weekends when I could go to Oxford or Derek e up to London。 We didn't discuss our affair。 It was obvious that it would go on。 Derek had talked vaguely of my meeting his parents； but he had never pressed it； and on our Saturdays together there were always so many better things to do。 Perhaps I thought it rather odd that Derek seemed to have no time for me during the week； but he played a lot of cricket and tennis and had hosts of friends； all of whom he said were a bore。 I didn't want to get mixed up in this side of his life； at any rate not for the present。 I was happy to have him absolutely to myself for our one day a week。 I didn't want to share him with a crowd of other people who would anyway make me shy。 So things were left very much in the air； and I just didn't look beyond the next Saturday。
That day Derek was particularly affectionate； and in the evening he took me to the Bridge Hotel and we had three rounds of gins and tonics； though usually we hardly drank at all。 And then he insisted on champagne for dinner； and by the time we got to our little cinema we were both rather tight。 I was glad； because it would make me forget that tomorrow would mean the turning of a new page and the breaking up of all our darling routines。 But when we got into our little box； Derek was morose。 He didn't take me in his arms as usual but sat a little away from me and smoked and watched the film。 I came close to him and took his hand； but he just sat and looked straight in front of him。 I asked him what was the matter。 After a moment he said obstinately； 〃I want to sleep with you。 Properly； I mean。〃
I was shocked。 It was his rough tone of voice。 We had talked about it； of course； but it was always agreed； more or less； that this would e 〃later。〃 Now I used the same old arguments； but I was nervous and upset。 Why did he have to spoil our last evening？ He argued back； fiercely。 I was being a hard…boiled virgin。 It was bad for him。 Anyway； we were lovers； so why not behave like lovers？ I said I was frightened of getting a baby。 He said that was easy。 There were things he could wear。 But why now？ I argued。 We couldn't do it here。 Oh； yes we could。 There was plenty of room。 And he wanted to do it before he went up to Oxford。 It would sort of； sort of marry us。
Tremulously I considered this。 Perhaps there was something in it。 It would be a kind of seal on our love。 But I was frightened。 Hesitantly I said had he got one of these 〃things〃？ He sa