Chapter 15

Not long afterwards, I became aware of someone approaching us from the side.

“Aha!” said a girl’s voice and when I looked up I saw a face I recognised.

“Helen!” said Reginald. “What are you doing here?”

Helen, who was now naked and whose hair was a mass of serpentine curls, put a hand on her hip and rolled her eyes. “They caught me,” she said.

“They?” asked Reginald.

I sat up.

“The killjoys that run this place. I was only out for a couple of days.” She stepped down into the lava, more woman than girl, and definitely not as innocent as she had appeared that day in the forest.

My eyes were riveted to her shaved pubic mound. I’d never seen a real one before and it just looked strange, like something more than the pubic hair was missing. It looked tidy though, a dark line with a small butterfly resting on it.