The Look of Love Page #3

if the girls had no clothes on.

Er, so in that sense,

in that sense alone,

I could read people's minds.

In leafy SW19,

not far from the world-famous

grass courts of Wimbledon Tennis Club,

he and his young family live

among the company directors,

city bankers and lawyers.

His son and daughter

go to public schools

and enjoy the right sports.

Not bad for a boy from Liverpool

who arrived with five bob i n his pocket.

Good try, darling.

Yes, try and hit it, though, Howard.

Try and hit it with the bat.

Okay, again, one more time.

Thanks.

Again.

Come on, Howard.

Keep your eye on the ball.

Yes! Out! Out!

All this is the measure

of Raymond's success,

far from the grey class certainties

of Mossley Hill, Liverpool,

where he was born.

My father left home

when I was just a baby.

Uh, so I was brought up

in a house full of women.

So I'm very comfortable

around them.

Um, we moved to Glossop

when I was a child,

where I was educated

by the Sisters of Notre Dame.

What would the nuns think

of what you do now?

I think that they

would be forgiving.

I think, you know,

I mean, I'm very strict.

I would never allow anything

blasphemous in any of my shows.

No, never.

I wouldn't have some...

one of the dancers, you know,

dressed as a nun, you know, with...

suspenders under her habit,

you know.

You know, pulling the rope off

a Franciscan monk and, you know,

having him ravage her or something,

you know, in a confessional box.

I would never do anything like that

because I would find that offensive.

Do you keep in touch

with your father?

Uh, no, he disappeared completely.

Would you say everything

you touch turns to gold?

Not... not everything, er...

but enough.

Mr Raymond, thank you

very much. Cheers.

You're more than welcome.

Thank you.

What time do you finish tonight?

I think about 5:
00.

You're a sweetheart.

I think an hour with me

will sort you right out.

Well, I may well take

you up on that.

Hello.

I was trying not to wake you.

What time is it?

Uh, late. Well, early.

- Was she nice?

- Uh, a girl. Just a girl.

Mmm?

- What's that?

- Hmm?

Oh, sh*t.

It's gold paint.

One of the girls in the

Midas thing, you know.

Makes a change from lipstick.

You wouldn't want a husband

who was surrounded by all these...

beautiful, naked girls

and have no libido.

- Would you?

- Oh, I don't know.

You could have a boy if you want.

- Mmm?

- Big, strong boy.

Would you be there?

Yes. Of course.

And would you make

love to him, too?

No, of course not.

And where would

this be happening?

Right here. In our bedroom.

And what would you be doing?

I'd be over there in

the chair. Tied up.

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