Sophie's Friends

As he looked on, Theo could not help but notice how fat and dimpled Rhonda’s thighs looked as they bulged out of her tight-fitting denim shorts. She had a tiny, tiny waist which made her thighs look even bigger than they really were. Now she had loosened the bun that made a fitting accessory to the tailored suit she had worn during the cruise, a mass of blond curls tumbled down her back; emphasizing its amazing straightness and making her neck appear even more swan-like than it really was; and, for the briefest of moments, the disquietive thought occurred to Theo about the way girls in ancient Greece wore their hair plaited on their heads in the traditional style of a young virgin :-after they had been deflowered, it would have looked exactly like Rhonda’s… She was obviously lapping up every minute of it, conscious of the erotic power that emanated out of her. After what seemed ages, one of the hippies who was lying down nearest to the spot where Rhonda stood like some modern nymph-like embodiment of Aphrodite, motioned her over and offered her a light. As she reached for it, he pulled her down and she promptly snuggled up to him, blowing cigarette smoke in his face while the others in the group stared blankly ahead.