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