Sexual Intercourse

'I might take off my clothes,' said Norman. 'To sunbathe. I've got shorts on underneath.' Isobel hitched up the skirt of her dress. Besides Norman's brown limbs her thighs were white. A warm smell emanated from his warmed skin. The sun seeped through closed eyelids making a red blindness of the blue sky. They embraced, cradled in redness. The flat of Norman's hand was dry and smooth against the translucent skin of her thighs. He deftly separated them and stuck his brown fingers inside her knickers. 'Come to me,' she said. This is a compelling first novel about family life; an assured debut for a talented new writer.