The Gap of Time by Jeanette Winterson Read Free Book Online Page A

went into the dressing room.
    SHIT FUCK!
    Leo needed a fucking camera in the dressing fucking room. They were probably doing it on the fucking faux-fur coats like Liberace. Leo needed to webcam the whole house. He needed to webcam her cunt. Then he’d sit inside her and see it coming, that little ramrod dick, circumcised, precise. Leo in her cervix, waiting with his mouth open for Xeno to worm his way in.
    Leo pressed ZOOM but the image went fuzzy. What kind of cheap kit had Cameron bought? Then he saw Xeno’s arm round Hermione. No! He was unzipping her dress! Leo froze the image and pressed SAVE. Hard evidence. Ha ha. Xeno was hard for sure. Unzipping his wife.
    Leo watched. The dress came off. MiMi walked into the bedroom in her underwear. God, she was lovely. Big tits, slender arms, the bulge of her baby. Bum tight as a wrestler’s—Pilates three times a week. Great legs. She wore hold-ups for him. No, she wore hold-ups for Xeno. Leo undid his tie.
    Xeno came out holding a dress, his head on one side.
    FUCKING FAGGOT, WHY DON’T YOU MOUNT HER FROM BEHIND WHERE I CAN SEE YOU?
    MiMi was laughing. She used Xeno to steady herself while she climbed into the dress. She’s easy with him. You can only be easy like that with someone you’ve fucked. MiMi got into the dress, wriggled around getting it over her baby, then turned for Xeno to zip it up. He zipped, adjusting her ass line.
    GET YOUR LONG SENSITIVE FINGERS OFF MY WIFE’S ASS!
    (He remembered those long, sensitive fingers on his ass.)
    MiMi looked in the mirror (DO THEY DO IT IN THE MIRROR?) then looked back at Xeno, who pulled a face and shook his head, making a Marilyn Monroe hourglass shape with his hands and actually wiggling his own faggoty ass like a Thai ladyboy.
    WHAT ARE YOU SAYING, YOU LITTLE PERVERT?
    Hermione nodded and turned her perfect back towards him. Xeno unzipped her. He kissed her neck—it was just a peck but it was a kiss. Then Xeno disappeared into the dressing room and came out with another two dresses, holding them up, one in each hand like a pair of dead rabbits.
    MiMi pointed at one of them and the whole pantomime started again. Zips, wiggles, pouts, smiles, laughter, mirror, hair-flicking, head-tossing.
    YOU SICK FUCKS, YOU CAN’T EVEN FUCK. JUST DO IT.
    Then the bedroom door opened and Pauline came in.
    Leo thought he was going to throw up. Pauline! She was in on it. She was protecting them. They were fucking under his nose and Pauline knew it.
    DO THEY LET YOU WATCH, YOU UGLY BITCH?
    Pauline was giving some kind of a printout to Xeno. Again Leo pressed ZOOM. All he got was something that looked like it was written in Arabic.
    Here was Leo at work in his office, making money for everyone, and they were in his house having an orgy.
    Xeno had his own set of rooms in Leo’s house because everyone liked having him around.
    YOU BET YOU LIKE HAVING HIM AROUND, YOU COCK-SUCKING WHORES.
    Leo had forgotten that Pauline was a partner at Sicilia.
    SLAG IN A MARKS AND SPENCER’S TWO-PIECE EVEN THOUGH I GIVE YOU VOUCHERS FOR ANN TAYLOR EVERY CHRISTMAS.
    He had forgotten that Xeno made enough money to stay in a hotel.
    CAN’T AFFORD TO RENT A BED TO FUCK HER IN—HAVE TO USE MINE.
    Leo had forgotten that MiMi earned her own money and owned her own house.
    I’LL THROW YOU OUT ON THE STREETS, SLUT.
    They were all pimps and panderers and whores and thieves.
    He would kill them.
    NOW WHAT?
    MiMi was naked. Underwear off. Naked. Pauline sat on the bed chatting to Xeno. What was this?
The Killing of Sister George
? Pauline was a lesbian! That explained it! She couldn’t get a man, so she had to pimp women. She was a drunk, ugly lesbian. Well, OK, Pauline doesn’t drink. Call me a liar over a bottle of whisky. She is a sober, ugly lesbian.
    IT’S A THREESOME!
    Pauline was about to take off her Marks and Spencer day dress and matching jacket. Underneath would be her Marks and Spencer Big Knickers and wide-strap flowery bra like a hanging basket and