The penultimate instalment, from Blushes Supplement 17 Lying in bed Connie thought of her rent book. There was still an awful lot owing on it. Harry of course with Madge planning to be away for two weeks was not keen to wipe off large sums in a hurry. Also his natural meanness pointed him in the same direction, Connie told herself. A mean, lecherous bastard. It would be really nice to tell his wife what was happening. Harry was certainly scared of Madge. But as he had pointed out that wouldn’t get her, Connie, anywhere. Apart from anything else Madge might insist on Connie leaving and she really liked her flat — although it had now been the scene of those various unpleasant happenings. She had had two sessions with Harry yesterday, Saturday. That morning one and then again in the afternoon. And what had she got for it? Another £40 off. Mean Harry, afraid no doubt that the total would go down too fast, had cut down the sum per session. ‘That other was just for starters, dear....