The man read the telegram again and folded the yellow paper, put it in his shirt pocket, then looked over the water to the village of Capri spread acr...ss the knifelike mountain. They would be landing in Rome, at da Vinci, in the morning, so with customs and the train to Naples by noon, the noon-thirty hydro-foil across the bay would put them in a little after two. ‘What could it mean?’ he asked himself for the hundredth time. He turned the words over and over again in his mind, yet every avenue. Eyes closed; I flopped forward unable to take any more. Jeremy and the other man climbed out of the cab to the congratulations of their colleagues but without as much as a thank you for me. When I opened my eyes Vid was gently stroking my back and hair."I know it's a bit late to ask; but...." he whispered; "are you OK." I awkwardly moved onto my side and smiled and nodded. "We all got a bit...you know....carried away." Vid carried on looking a bit embarrassed."Don't worry babes," I cheekily. She wrapped her legs around me, allowing me to lift her up. I moved my hands to her firm ass, which only excited her more. She grabbed a handful of my hair and forced my face back to hers. My lips met hers again, but now they were moving together, she was drinking me up. I couldn’t believe it. Her body lit a fire inside me. I let out a sound somewhere between a moan and a growl. I needed more. I locked the door behind her, and carried her to the bed. I put her down and pulled my shirt over my. You need him and he needs you.” “But... “ “But, if I didn’t let you go, if I didn’t give you your freedom, if I made you stay married to me it would make you miserable. In the long term you would grow to hate me. I don’t want that.” She hugged and kissed him. “You’re such a sweet man,” she told him. Ken tugged at the duvet, pulling it down over her naked body. Her skin was damp from the rigours of their lovemaking and beads of perspiration had formed between her breasts. Ken reached down.
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