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his hair, tugged his ears, feeling him further in, further in, pumping. A million pumps working inside her, his breath in her ear, his tongue, panting.
    She screamed. Then again. She exploded, howling in wild ecstasy into the night.
    Then silence.
    Saw his eyes, close, staring, his lips smiling. Except they weren’t his lips. It was a woman. Looking down at her.
    ‘Charley? You OK?’
    A soft American voice.
    ‘You OK? You were pretty far gone, eh?’
    Charley said nothing. Her whole body was burning with embarrassment and perspiration trickled into her hair.
    The American woman’s face was large like the rest of her, and heavily made up. It was encased in a shock of rusty hair, and clusters of silver balls the size of Christmas baubles hung from her ears. She was smiling encouragingly.
    ‘Who were you, Charley? Who were you with?
What were you doing
?’
    ‘I —’ There was a minty taste in Charley’s mouth. ‘I was chewing gum,’ she said.
    She was lying on a bed. A red bulb burned overhead in a paper globe. She heard faint strains of a musical instrument which sounded like a sitar. The woman’s tongue curled inside her painted lips like the stamen of a rose. Flavia. Charley remembered her name now. Flavia Montessore. She stared around the large dim room. Tapestries on the walls. Bookshelves. Sculptures. A rather grand, ornate room, eastern feeling.
    ‘You were making love, right?’ Flavia Montessore asked.
    Charley hesitated, then nodded.
    ‘That’s terrific!’ Flavia beamed. ‘You know something? You’re my first ever orgasm!’
    Charley’s hands were beneath the blanket covering her. She found she was still wearing her underwear.
    ‘Don’t look so worried,’ Flavia Montessore said. ‘You were having a good time. Going into past lives can be fun!’
    ‘I — I’ve never had an erotic dream before.’
    Flavia Montessore shook her head and the earrings jangled. ‘It wasn’t a dream, Charley, it was happening.’ She had green eyes and bright green mascara. Her fingernails were green too. ‘You were there. It was real. You regressed. You were reliving it. Boy, were you reliving it!’
    ‘It was just a dream.’
    ‘You were in a deep trance, Charley. You weren’t dreaming. You were reliving something from a past life. Tell me about it, it’ll help you remember too. Where were you?’
    ‘I was in a car.’
    ‘What sort of car?’
    ‘A sports car.’
    ‘What period? Nineteen twenties?’
    ‘No. Later.’
    ‘Do you know the make?’
    ‘I was inside it all the time. I didn’t see the outside. I don’t know what it was.’
    ‘Where were you? Which country?’
    ‘England,’ she said reluctantly. ‘I was in the countryside.’
    ‘Can you remember your name?’
    ‘No.’
    ‘The man you were making love with. What about his name?’
    ‘I don’t know.’
    ‘You were chewing gum. What flavour was it?’
    ‘It was Wrigley’s Doublemint. I can still taste it. I took it out of my mouth and put it under the dashboard.’
    ‘How old were you?’
    ‘Young. My teens.’
    ‘Have you ever been regressed before?’
    ‘No.’
    ‘You’re a good subject. I think you could remember a great deal if we worked on it. When I come back from the States this winter I’d like to do some more work with you.’
    ‘I thought past lives were hundreds of years ago, not this century,’ she said.
    Spangles of light danced in Flavia Montessore’s earring. ‘There are no rules, Charley. Some people have gaps of hundreds of years between lives, some thousands. Some have only a few years and some come back immediately. It depends on your karmic situation.’ She smiled again.
    Charley was finding it hard to take her seriously. She had always found it hard to believe in the idea of reincarnation, in spite of Laura’s enthusiasm. The hypnotist’s heavily made-up face reminded her of a seaside fortune teller. Deep inside was a feeling that she had somehow been tricked, conned.

Chapter Six
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