I saw Ripley drinking coffee this morning

He was wearing a white shirt and cream slacks

How innocent he looked in the early sun 

 

Am I not as innocent my love 

 

Yes but you do not possess his charm Clive 

But you are good enough for me 

One can however look at other stars 

 

Gillian was wearing a cheesecloth shirt and denim shorts

The light was such that her dark nipples could clearly be seen

This was not unusual as my wife often wore thin cotton shirts

 

I watched Ripley as he casually lit a cigarette on the terrace

He smiled at us both and then looked at the sea

It was then that I knew that I would push him from the bridge