They were two of a kind.
Onstage at Dominic Lord’s hotel at Lake Malawi, Frith Adeane sang and entertained holiday makers with a smoldering display of sensuality. But it was all an act.
“We’re two of a kind,” Dominic told her after her performance one night. “We’re both hedonists, pursuing pleasure, not allowing emotion to shadow enjoyment. To Dominic, their affair was inevitable. To Frith, such a liaison seemed impossible.
They were alike all right, one having chosen to live life on the surface, the other feeling she had no other choice, neither of them having ever really been touched by love.
Onstage at Dominic Lord’s hotel at Lake Malawi, Frith Adeane sang and entertained holiday makers with a smoldering display of sensuality. But it was all an act.
“We’re two of a kind,” Dominic told her after her performance one night. “We’re both hedonists, pursuing pleasure, not allowing emotion to shadow enjoyment. To Dominic, their affair was inevitable. To Frith, such a liaison seemed impossible.
They were alike all right, one having chosen to live life on the surface, the other feeling she had no other choice, neither of them having ever really been touched by love.
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