Literature
Indecent Tenderness_Chapter 3
The doors of the Green Line tube train opened, and the hoi polloi crowd fell out already tanked up and ready to party. Descending into the cold, crisp air of the West End the Henry's and Henrietta's huddled together, swigging champagne as they headed towards The Ritz.
The carriage - that's where he was seated as he observed the naying and braying of his upper-class ilk. The man in his early 30s, dressed in Victorian style, looking like Jack the Ripper with his top hat, white gloves, classic black and white leather shoes and a black cloak. He had black, slightly wavy, shoulder-lengt