Date: Mon, 2 Jul 2012 10:03:30 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Francis. Part Twenty Two.

    This story is for persons of eighteen years or over.  All comments,
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     Part Twenty Two

     It was by now the early evening, and I didn't want to wait to be flown
to Miami and asked that we be given accommodation for the night and given a
flight to our original destination the next day. This was readily agreed to
and a massively long car was waiting for us outside of the arrivals
hall. Today we know of these cars as being called stretch limousines, white
with tinted windows and looking really fantastic. We went off to one of the
best hotels of Tampa and were feted on our arrival and given the best rooms
available.

     `Have you got a death wish or something?' Wesson started in on me as
soon as the door to our suite closed.

     `It wasn't my fault that they chose our plane to hijack,' I shouted
back.

     `But you could have been killed with what you did,' he protested, and
then he really tore at my heart strings. `What would I have done then?' and
I could see the tears in his eyes and now I really knew that this bloody
great hunk of a man loved me.

     `Oh my darling,' I said, tears coming from my own eyes as I went into
his arms to be almost crushed in his love and concern for me. `It just
happened. I couldn't help myself,' and we both cried in the relief that we
had gone through danger and survived.

     We fell onto the bed and in a flood of tears and kisses, I let him
take me there and then. He was savage in his love making, ramming himself
hard into me, as he swore at my recklessness to possibly deprive himself of
me. I was still crying as he kept ramming his cock inside me, knowing that
he was trying to punish me for threatening our love, and I loved him all
the more for it. When he finally came, we crushed each other tight for
quite some time before we went and showered, letting me clean him up
because, once again, he hadn't used a condom.

     When showered and in clean clothes and looking fresh, we went down to
dinner and met up with the others. The hotel were good, and kept everyone
at bay so that the five of us could eat in peace and I then had to suffer
it all over again from the girls and William. I was a heroine in their
eyes, a stupid one, but a heroine nonetheless.

     `I thought the fight on the island was enough,' said Penny, her eyes
shining, `but to actually see you move so fast and shoot both men...'

     `I didn't know I was signing up for this kind of thing, but it was
very exciting,' Lou said.

     `I've nothing but praise for your courage,' William said, his eyes
glowing with what looked dangerously like adoration that I couldn't do
anything about. Just before we went into dinner, Wesson sent off a
cablegram to Frobisher asking for a three day extension to our leave. He
received the one word answer after we'd dined, granted it said.

     Our love making that night in bed was nearly as violent as it had been
earlier. I nearly bit his dick off in my passion for him and he nearly
ruptured me when we fought on the floor for him to overpower me before
entering me in a mock rape. I then fucked him afterwards but toned it down
to a more gentle showing of my love for him.

                                                           *

     Next day, we had the same car to take us to the airport and we found
that a special plane had been put at our disposal for the short hop to
Miami. I found out that it was the president of the airline's own personal
plane, who was waiting for us in our original hotel destination. It was a
private meeting between him and his staff and us five, no press. He praised
us on saving the aircraft, worth quite a bit of money, and the lives of the
passengers, which could have caused an embarrassment. He wanted to offer us
a lifetime of free flights, which I politely declined.

     All I wanted, I told him was help to find, at a discount, the best
four passenger seated sea plane for my island in the Caribbean. Say no
more, he laughed and went to slap my knee, and then realised I was a woman
and just managed to stop his hand in time. So we shook hands and I thought
that that was that. Two weeks later I had a call from Sam to say that a
seaplane had landed there and it was for me, compliments of the airline.

     Meanwhile, and I'm not using a cliché here, down at the harbour, we
looked over some of the boats that we'd seen in the brochures. I looked at
them all and settled on two of the same model that promised the best in
speed and service. It would take one month before delivery, which suited
me, and I had a quiet word with the salesman in regard to the names I
wanted painted on the stern and they were to be registered in Nassau. There
was no problem with all that and I got Lou to open up her bag and I paid
for them in cash.

     Then we saw the newspapers. My name was splashed across some of them
and a lot of the headlines were somewhat lurid. "Lone woman tackles and
kills plane hijackers", "War hero's sister emulates brother", "Prison break
foiled by English woman", and lots of others. I was surprised at how
accurate they had got the story for a change. I gave a fleeting thought to
Diane as she saw the English editions and whether she would cut them out
for her scrapbook.

     Next day we looked over the bathroom fittings that William suggested
and I was pleased to find that he had found what I wanted and I nudged
Wesson when I saw it.

     `How about that for us to frolic about in,' when we looked at the
biggest bath I'd ever seen. It could actually take four, but Wesson grinned
and said that it would do us just fine.' So this was paid for as well as
all the bathroom fittings for the whole island and Lou almost cried as the
dollars quickly began to disappear from her bag.

     As Wesson and I lay in bed, playing with each other, we talked over
and laughed at what we thought the girls were doing at the same time as we
were.

     `Yes it did turn me on enormously, seeing them go down on each other.'

     `I know. I saw and felt how it affected you,' I said as I stroked his
semi erect penis laying across his thigh.

     `It did the same to you,' he protested.

     `That was envy. Both of them have breasts that I would die for. Oh how
I wish I had tits like them to smother you with instead of this flat
chest.'

     `But this is what makes the difference,' he said as he began to stroke
my bum. `This is better than what they've got between their legs. It's
tighter and makes me feel as though I'm doing something. With Lou, I didn't
even think I was touching the sides. Give me this any time,' his hand still
stroking the soft flesh there and starting to turn me on.

     `Tell me more,' I said as I went down and took him in my mouth.

     `You even do this better than she did,' he gurgled as I tongued and
sucked him. `Oh Christ, let's put it where it really belongs,' he cried,
pulling me off of him and rolling me over. Then he was on and in me before
I could say sixpence. But he was worth more than that as he slowly fucked
me.

                                                           *

     Wesson went off the next day to talk to some counterparts of his in
the army there. Lou, Penny, William and I went and looked over furnishings
for the island's rooms. As we strolled around a vast store we became
separated and I found myself alone with Penny as we walked.

     `Lou and I were talking about you two in bed last night,' she said.

     `Funny you should say that, we were talking about you two too,' I
answered. Penny carried on as though she hadn't heard me.

     `Lou said that though she had enjoyed it with Wesson, she'd wished
we'd had another day to try it with you. She had wanted to know what I had
felt about doing it with you. Well I just said that it was all right as it
goes with men, but that I preferred it with her. You know, less said the
better eh? I know what we said on the island, but did you even think of
wanting to do it with Lou?'

     `Penny darling, it was perfect with you, why should I want to do it
with Lou,' I said patting her hand as we moved among beds.

     `A diplomatic answer,' she pouted.

     `Penny,' and I stopped to face her and take her hands in mine. `If I
said that I wanted Lou as well, you would feel a bit disappointed. If I
said no, then Lou might feel bad about being refused by a person like me. I
don't want to come between you two and neither do I want anyone coming
between Wesson and myself. Do you understand that?' She nodded. `Well let's
get on with looking at beds as were on that subject and in the right
department of the store.' I then found the bed I wanted and called to
William and Lou to come and see it. It must have been about eight foot
square and the price was horrendous really, but that didn't worry me.

     `I want four of these for the main house and plenty of linen to fit
them.' I then went on to pick all the furniture for all the rooms, William
making notes to see to the buying and delivery of it all when the time
came. I left the kitchen design to William to talk over with Sam and a chef
for equipment etc., the same also for the bar, but I did insist on a grand
piano to be ordered for the lounge.

     I also told William what I had told Penny and Lou about not counting
the cost, but depend on the quality. All in all, it was a good day, and all
that was left now was for the construction proper to begin, the main house
first.

     They had done wonders in that one month since the buying of the island
and he expected it to be finished and landscaped within the next three
months, which would put it about the end of May. But now it was time to
return to cold England, so we flew back and landed on the 22nd, a Saturday,
so we had the weekend before seeing Frobisher. It was nice to be back home
and in my own bed with Wesson at my side and reflected that I didn't think
I could be any happier than I was at that moment.

                                                           *

     Palmer had been excited at our return, having saved all the
news-papers about my exploits in Florida for me to read in which they had
expanded them to almost ridiculous proportions. It made us laugh as we read
them over supper before we went early to bed.

     Penny and I worked all day Sunday, catching up on things that had
happened in just one week. Lou finally got to the end of the Nassau
paperwork and was astounded at how much money had been spent so far on the
island project, saying that it looked like being doubled again before it
was finished. I waved this away saying that the end product would be both
worthwhile and profitable.

     I dictated letters to Penny and told her to order stationery for the
island with its address on the best paper and envelopes, but to hold up the
printing till we had a telephone line established. This led me to think of
a radio telephone, one capable of receiving calls from anywhere in the
world. So another letter was sent off to Marconi's in Essex for me to speak
to an engineer about setting this up on the island. By using the Gervaise
notepaper, we had a quick reply and an appointment set up for the following
week. I might as well finish this part as it went over several weeks and it
would be disjointed if I recorded it as it happened.

     I met with two people from Marconi's to explain what I wanted for the
island and it turned out to be quite simple. We wouldn't need anything big
as long as we got permission from Nassau for all communications to go
through their official receiving station. This would be forthcoming I
assured them and agreed to the costs of sending out an engineer to inspect
the site and liaise with William about the mast and equipment needed and
then later for the installation of everything.

     I had already dictated a letter for the man to take out with him to
obtain the permission and for them to set the ball rolling. So when the
main house was ready, the radio telephone was installed with phones to
every room being all linked up into a workable system that could be
controlled from a small office behind the reception.

                                                           *

     It was back to work on Monday and Wesson and I were in our little
office, catching up on a back log of newspapers and notes, waiting for
Frobisher to send for us, which he eventually did.

     He was polite and rather affable and I think he had come to accept
philosophically, that wherever I went, trouble found me. News of a hijacked
aircraft is soon sent round the world and he knew of it not long after it
had happened. Knowing I was out in that area and also hearing that it had
been foiled by a woman, immediately contacted Miami. That's why we were
only in that room handcuffed for half an hour as he had already started the
ball rolling as to who they were dealing with.

     For that, I thanked him. The thanks he waved away and just wanted a
good report on exactly what and how it all went. He wasn't happy that I'd
got involved but was pleased that both of us had acquitted ourselves with
much credit to his department.

     That was it, so it was back to the desks for a boring couple of
weeks. Back at the house, Penny was catching up on many little details and
was pleased when the artist Rudolph turned up with the finished portrait.

     He had to wait till Wesson and I got home to admire his work. It was
excellent and we all praised it highly and I then wrote out his cheque for
which he was grateful. But I told him to take it back with him, much to his
surprise. He was enlightened when I said that I wanted another one copied
in the same size and another two, half size to be done. The fact that he
would be paid the same price for each one as the original stifled any
protests as I didn't stipulate any time frame, only that they be done as
soon as possible. Then I wanted him to do a portrait of Wesson
afterwards. Wesson started to object to this, but I overrode him and asked
that he do it for me as I wanted it much more than the one that had just
been done of me.

     This then prompted me to arrange to have some duplicates made of the
coat of arms. There was to be one for the chateau, one for the island and a
couple of others. One for the house in London, one for the village house,
one for the pub and another for Diane. Mentioning the chateau caused me to
dictate a letter to Marcel, the estate manager. I started to dictate to
Penny in French and she stopped and looked at me in dismay.

     `I don't speak French,' she said, `only German. Lou speaks French.'
This was news to me and I hadn't thought to ask earlier about what other
languages either of them spoke or could read.

     So it was Lou who took down the letter for Marcel. It was only to ask
about how the work at cleaning the chateau was progressing and his new
vineyard.

     Back to domesticity until we had a strange visitor the following
week. I think it was the Wednesday, Wesson and I got home and Penny was in
our sitting room with an elderly man of portly proportions.

     `This is Mr. Pettigrew from the letting agency. He's only just
arrived, so I don't know what it's about,' Penny said. I said that we'd see
to him and let her go.

     `Good evening Mr. Pettigrew, my name is Wesson,' he said moving
forward and shaking his hand, `and this is...'

     `Mrs Wesson, I presume?' he replied, shaking my hand.

     `Well, in a manner of speaking,' I laughed. `We're not married, but we
live here together.'

     `I see, and how long have you been living here may I ask.' I gave a
quizzical look at Wesson.

     `Oh, we came here in September, so that would make it about six
months. God, it seems much longer than that so much has happened. Why
Mr. Pettigrew?'

     `How many other people are living in the house?' he asked, ignoring my
question.

     `Well there's Palmer and Mr. and Mrs Perkins. They came in at the same
time as us. Then there's Miss Bulstrode, whom you've just seen, and her
friend Miss Hepworth. They've been here just over a month I think. Why?'

     `Well I work for the letting agency as I have already stated and the
whole of this street is on the books for the purpose of being let out. On
checking through the accounts I could not find any rent having been paid on
this property.' I couldn't help but start laughing and had to sit
down. Even Wesson laughed at this funny little man.

     `I don't think this is a case for laughing. I would like to see that
the rent is paid or we would have to get the bailiff's in to evict you,' he
said pompously. I was still laughing as I went to the phone.

     `Penny, can you come down please. Notepad and pen, thank you.' I then
turned round to the little man.

     `Mr. Pettigrew. How long have you been with the agency?'

     `A month. Why?' I ignored his question as he had mine.

     `What did you do before that?'

     `I don't see what that has to do with you, but it was with London
Borough of Lambeth, Housing Department.' He said, standing up to his small
full height. Penny had knocked on the door and Wesson had let her in. I sat
down again and she came over and sat next to me, pen raised to her pad.

     `To, er, you'll find his name upstairs in the file, of the letting
agency. Dear Sir, We have been very happy in the way the agency has been
operating, but are somewhat dismayed at the hiring practice. While we
applaud zeal, we do not appreciate over zealousness without first having
ascertained the facts. Mr. Pettigrew of your office is here, listening to
this letter being dictated. We wish him to be given a weeks' severance pay
without references. May we also suggest that in the future you will
personally see that staff hired in the future are properly trained before
being let loose, or we may have to resort to doing this for you. Yours
etc. Have Palmer hand deliver that first thing in the morning.'

     `Yes Miss Francis,' Penny said with a smile on her face as she got up.

     `I...I don't understand,' stuttered Pettigrew.

     `Then let me enlighten you,' said Wesson, standing up and towering
over the poor man who I now began to feel sorry for. `You have just been
fired from your job for incompetence because you didn't do your homework
properly. This is Miss Francis Lyon, sister of Sir Gervaise Lyon and joint
owner of the houses in this street and of the agency that foolishly
employed you. You will also have noted that they too have been reprimanded
on your behalf. So good evening to you Mr. Pettigrew and I suggest you find
some other line of work more suited to your abilities.' Very red faced, the
little man couldn't wait to get out and fairly scuttled down the stairs.

     `I didn't realise you were so eloquent darling,' I said with a laugh
as I went and poured out a drink.

     `Stupid little man,' said Wesson taking my drink and having a big sip
of it before handing it back to me. `But his face when you were dictating
the letter. It was a picture, but you were quite right. A man like that can
do irreparable damage to the image you've created.'

     Penny came down with the letter for signing and I then gave it to
Palmer when he served us our supper for delivery the next day. I had no
compunction about having the man fired as what Wesson had said was true.

                                                           *

     On Friday came a cablegram from William that a seaplane had been
delivered to the island and a letter was to follow. When the letter arrived
the following week, it merely told us about it being flown to the island
and there it would have to sit till we got a pilot for it. Enclosed was
another letter that was from the American airline's president saying that
the seaplane was a thank you gift for saving their other aircraft and the
inconvenience caused.

     This just caused another headache in respect of finding a
pilot. Wesson and I talked this over for several days, coming up with
answers that for one reason or another were rejected. The only solution was
to find a man here in England who would like to live out there and be our
pilot on a full time basis. Wesson volunteered to seek out some pilots of
seaplanes and see what comes to the surface and chuckled at his little
joke.

     It was a couple of weeks later that he produced three names after
canvassing flying clubs and navy personnel who might be near retirement. As
it happened, they were all to be found down in Portsmouth. One was a naval
flying instructor with only a month left of his service with the Fleet Air
Arm. One was member of a flying club and another worked for a small
airline. We agreed and set up interviews down there for the 10th of May, a
Saturday, which suited all parties. This was on the Thursday the 1st of May
we had decided this and sent off the letters. Next day, we were called up
to Frobisher's office.

                                                          *

     `I hate to spring this on you like this, but circumstances force me
to,' he started off without any preamble. `Our desk man in Bonn has just
died of a heart attack. His second in command is still in hospital after
fracturing his hip and will not be out and ready for work for at least a
month. Now I didn't really want to split you two up, but I'm being forced
to do this, for a month at least.' Wesson and I both exchanged startled
looks at each other.

     `I've no other choice than to send Wesson out to Bonn to take over
till the second can return to work. It's your first chance at running a
desk and I think it is about time for you to start,' he finished. Wesson
looked at me again, waiting for me to say something, but I didn't. He had
to make this decision himself though I didn't want him to go, even if it
was only to be for a month. I think he took my silence to be resignation to
the fact so he answered in the affirmative.

     `Of course sir, and thank you. When do you want me to go?'

     `First flight out tomorrow. Also, I think it would be a good idea to
take, er, Miss Bulstrode with you. She speaks German and you know each
other which will save time having to break in one of the girls out there
already.' I didn't like the expression of break in one of the girl's one
little bit. He held up his hand as I was just about to speak. `I know what
you are going to say Francis. Miss Bulstrode no longer works for the
department, but that you pay her wages now. Let's say that it is a little
quid pro quo shall we? I'm sure you can manage your personal affairs with
one assistant for one month and you still have your work here to
do. Fine. That's settled then. I'm sure you will do a fine job out there
Wesson. Thank you both,' and we were dismissed.

                                                           *

     `Well of all the bloody cheek!' I exploded when outside of his
office. `First he deprives me of you and then takes my secretary too.'

     `But darling, it is my best chance of showing him that I am capable of
running a desk. It could lead to getting a permanent one somewhere.'

     `Yes. As far away from me as he can send you!' I said bitterly.

     `How about the Caribbean desk. I could always stick out for that.'

     `Pigs might fly too.'

     `Look, let's not argue about that now. Let's go home and talk about it
there. He's not going to worry about us going off early. He'll know we've
got things to sort out.'

     Wesson had to see about papers that he would need for Germany and
arranged for a car to take him to the airport in the morning before we
could get away home.

     Penny was delighted with the news but I imagine Lou was feeling as I
did that her partner would be away for a month. I helped him pack and we
had an early supper and went to bed early. I cried as we made love, urging
him to fuck me hard so that I would still be feeling it for a whole month,
and he managed to do it to me twice before he exhausted himself. I also
managed to get one quick fuck out of him in the morning before he showered
and got dressed.

     He didn't stop for breakfast as it was so early and we held each other
tight on the bed, kissing and telling ourselves how much we loved each
other. Then he was gone with Penny and I lay alone in the bed and cried. I
didn't bother going into the office that day.

     Penny had left her notes and my diary for Lou to take over and we went
through it on the Saturday. We'd forgotten about the interviews of the
pilot's, so I would have to do that on my own.

     Then I thought that Diane's house in Dorset wasn't that far from
Portsmouth so I could, if she'd have me, stay there for the weekend. So I
had Lou type up a letter for me which was sent off and the reply came on
Friday morning saying that she and little Francis would love for me to
stay.

                                                          *

     It had been a bad weekend for me without Wesson. I had wandered round
our rooms, touching nearly everything that he had touched, hoping to find
some warmth in the cold inanimate objects, then finished up crying myself
to sleep from loneliness.

     I got a car to drive me down to Dorset on the Friday and I was glad to
see the look of welcome on Diane's face as I appeared on her doorstep. I
was dressed as Francis but it was still a husband and wife kiss that we
gave each other instead of the peck on the cheek which was reserved if
strangers were present. Little Francis was up and toddling about now and
had to be constantly watched because of the mischief he could cause.

     I helped feed him his dinner and bathe him before putting him into his
little bed. Then alone in the small lounge, Diane and I hungrily kissed
each other, both starved of company and the presence of another person was
welcome to us both. I apologised for not having sent anything else but the
flowers for our wedding anniversary because I had wanted to give it to her
myself.

     I had bought a handsome gold bracelet when in Miami and I gave it to
her now. She was really delighted with it and I was glad that I hadn't sent
it for her to open the box on her own.

     This brought me a shower of kisses which carried on right up into her
bed. I think she was as sex starved as I was. We spent most of the night,
kissing and sucking each other with two penetrations that I was able to do
to her.

     She was a happy soul getting breakfast for the three of us next
morning before I went off to do the interviews. I had already booked a room
at the local flying club for this, a club that had seaplanes.

     One of these I had also arranged for hire to be taken for a quick spin
by all three men. I had been primed with a few technical questions to throw
at them, with the right answers, but I was looking for more than that. I
surprised all of them by not talking about flying at all. I asked them to
speak of their home life, wife, children etc. Why would they like to move
to the Caribbean, was the wife agreeable to this kind of upheaval? That
kind of thing. It was only as I walked with them to the moored plane did I
ask what was it that made them want to fly seaplanes as opposed to the
normal land plane. I got three different reasons.

     Then I went up for the spin over and around the Solent, watching their
take off and the landing on water from a passenger's perspective.

     It wasn't a difficult choice, but I thanked all three and told them
that they would be told of my decision within the next few days. I bought
all three lunch in the clubhouse and we laughed and joked which gave me
more insight into the one that I wanted. I had settled on the oldest one
who still had another month to go in the Fleet Air Arm as opposed to the
two younger men.

     I had the car take me back to Diane's to spend the rest of the
afternoon and evening with them both. Our sex was slow and lovely that
night, both of us going down on each other and I was pleased to give her
two orgasms during our loving. I stayed with the two of them till after
lunch before I said a sad farewell.

     I had phoned the Fleet Air Arm pilot, Stephen Myers and asked if it
was possible to visit him before my return to London. He was pleased at the
call and readily agreed to the visit and his wife would be delighted to
meet me. So armed with his address, I called at his home just outside of
Portsmouth where he and his family lived that afternoon. His wife was
called Claire and they had one child, named Stephanie, for obvious reasons.

     They had a nice neat and tidy home where Claire quickly put me at ease
and I accepted the choice of coffee. It must have seemed strange to Stephen
Myers that I basically ignored him, because it was his wife and child that
I had wanted to speak to.

     We talked of how she had found it being the wife of a navy man. The
problems of bringing up a child on his pay. Other members of the family
spread over the country etc. It must have seemed a peculiar visit but I
learned that she was a resilient woman and would be able to handle herself
and her child and husband out in the Caribbean, which was the purpose of my
visit.

                                                          *

      It was an exorbitant fare to London by the car I hired down there,
but I got home earlier than having to travel by train which was the main
thing. Lou had probably spoken to Palmer earlier because I'd only just got
myself a drink before she knocked on my door. She asked how the trip had
gone and only came down in case I wanted to get any letters off in the
morning's post. I offered her a drink which she accepted and I then
dictated the letters to the men I had seen. Two were thanked for their time
and that they were unsuccessful in their application. The other was an
offer that I didn't think he would refuse, also the re-location expenses to
be borne by me if he accepted the position of pilot for our seaplane. I
thanked Lou for waiting up for me and I was soon in bed fast asleep.

                                                           *

     I was beginning to hate that desk in the office, in fact it was the
whole office I was beginning to dislike. My back positively ached from
bending over it all that week and Lou was just a bit too cheerful for me
when I got home.

     `The pilot of yours has accepted on condition that he finishes his
Navy term, which is only another couple of weeks,' she bubbled as soon as I
got in.

     `Great,' I said, getting myself a large gin and tonic from the
trolley, and gave out a groan as I eased myself into a chair.

     `Bad day,' she asked.

     `Bad week. I'm not used to sitting down all day and bending over a
desk unless Wesson's behind me,' I joked. `I really ache. I'd rather be out
fighting than sitting there all day.'

     `Well leave me out of the fighting but I can help you with your back
by giving you a massage.'

     `A massage?'

     `Yes. I'm quite good at it. I often give Penny one.'

     `I'm sure you do,' I said laconically.

     `I didn't mean it that way,' she laughed.

     `How do you, well, er, well you know what I mean, give her one?'

     `If you come upstairs later for a massage, I'll show you. That is, if
you really want one?' I didn't quite know which way she meant that last
remark, but it was enough to intrigue me to find out.

     `Yes, I think I would like to be given one,' I said slowly, giving her
something to think about in my double entendre.

     `Then I suggest you have a nice hot bath first.' I finished my drink
and gave out a groan as I struggled out of the chair.

     `Would you like me to help you into the bath,' she said as I went and
got a refill.

     `If you wouldn't mind. You could then answer that letter for the pilot
too while I'm soaking.' Lou went off to the bathroom and started to fill
the bath for me as I slowly walked into the bedroom and sat down on the end
of the bed. I had got my dress off when she came back and I let her unclip
my stockings and roll them off my legs. My half erect cock was quite
visible just in front of her face, but she appeared not to notice it. Then
she helped me up and took off my suspender belt and unclipped my bra. I
dropped both on the bed as I picked up my glass and went into the
bathroom. She held me steady as I stepped in and then held my drink while I
slid down into the lovely hot sweet smelling water.

     She then left the bathroom for a minute and came back with a pad and
pencil to take my dictation. I told her first to phone Stephen to find out
exactly the date he finishes with the Navy and when he would be free to
travel with his wife and child. Tell him that a letter would then follow
with all the details.

     `When you have that, set up rooms at the Ritz for the night and get
tickets for a flight to Nassau the next day. First Class. Also make
arrangements for the hotel in Nassau and get letters off to Sam and
William, given them details of arrival etc. Also see that Sam makes sure
that the plane is licensed and insured and arrange moorings whatever at
Nassau for the plane. He'll be sure to want to take her up and try it out
the first chance he gets.

     Also to see to a guide for them to go house hunting. They can have a
week there, all expenses paid by Sam. I think that will keep you occupied
for an hour while I soak. I'll come up after an hour. If that's okay?'

     `This will definitely take an hour, so don't rush. If you have any
problems about getting out of the bath, give me a ring.'

     When I had decided to take the girls on, I had a telephone engineer
come in and fix up all the rooms, including my bathroom, with phones. These
were also linked up to all the other rooms upstairs including that of the
Perkins and Palmer.

     She went off and left me to let the hot water try and do something for
my tired back muscles. My mind started to wander as I lay there and sipped
my drink. My thoughts were drifting off to the innuendoes from Lou and
wondered if I should read into what she said as I think she meant it to
sound. I had to push those thoughts from my mind and see later which way
the evening was going to go.

     I think I went over the hour before I got out of the bath, my back
feeling much better for the soak. I dried and powdered myself and put on my
big white bathrobe. I then went out of my rooms and took the lift up to the
third floor and knocked on Lou's door.

     `It's open,' she called out, and I went in. She too was in a bathrobe
and she had obviously just been drying her hair. `All done and I even had
time for a bath myself,' she said. `How's the back now after your bath?'

     `Better than it was.'

     `Well I'll make it even better. Drop the robe and lie on the bed. In
the middle please,' she said, `I'll just get my oils.' I took my robe off
and draped it over a chair and got onto the bed and lay down on my
stomach. I could smell woman smells as I pressed my face to the cover, and
I heard the whisper of her robe coming off and felt her bare legs touch my
thighs as she got on the bed astride me.

     `The first touch will feel cold, but it'll soon warm up.' I flinched
as the oiled hand touched me and it did feel really cold to my body. Then
her hands and fingers were soon massaging from my waist up to my middle
back. As she worked her way up to my shoulders, I felt the hairs on her
muff stroke my bum as she moved so I knew then that she was completely
naked as I was. Then her hands worked on my shoulders and neck, the fingers
digging into the muscles to loosen them.

     `As Sir Gervaise, your hair is too long, it needs cutting. It's fine
for Miss Francis,' she said as she kneaded me, and I could only grunt at
the pressure she was applying. Then it was back down to the waist and lower
back before oiling and working on my bum muscles. Then it was each leg from
the toes up to crease of my bum.

     `Okay, roll over now,' she said as her legs came off me. I did as I
was told and could then see her full frontal, her large heavy breasts
gently moving with her breathing. Her muff was neatly trimmed into a mousy
brown triangle at the top of her thighs.

     `Do you always do it naked?' I asked as she swung herself back across
my knees.

      `Don't you?'

     `No. I sometimes wear stockings and suspender belt,' and started to
laugh. She joined in and her breasts bounced about nicely with the movement
of her shoulders. Then she leant forward letting them swing as she gently
put her fingers to my scars.

     `You really have been in the wars,' she said softly. `Do they hurt?'

     `Not now, but they did at the time. The one on my chest does sometimes
give out a twinge.'

     `I'll be gentle there then,' she said, leaning back for the oil bottle
and pouring a little out into the palm of her hand. She started at my neck
and shoulders and slowly worked her way down my body. When she was working
on my inner thighs, her thumbs brushing my balls, my body reacted. `Well
I'm pleased to see some reaction at last,' she smiled as it slowly grew up
to its small length. She gave it one quick rub between her oily hands
before continuing down to my ankles. My cock stayed hard as I watched her
breasts continually sway back and forth as she moved.

     `You know how a man does it to a man, how does a woman do it to
another woman?' I had to ask what I'd been dying to ask for ages now.

      `Would you like to see?' she asked, wiping her hands on a towel. I
nodded my head and she got off the bed and went to the dressing table and
pulled a drawer right out and brought it over to the bed. I leaned up on an
elbow and looked at what I'd heard about but never seen before. There were
a variety of dildo's in there of different shapes and sizes, all with
straps for fitting them on. There was even a big black one amongst them. I
picked up one that was of two huge penises joined together with one set of
large balls between the two, and I held it up.

     `That's for both to use at the same time sitting facing each other
where you can cuddle and kiss at the same time.' All were the perfect shape
of an erect penis though circumcised. I picked up the big black one and was
surprised at how hard it was even though it was made of some kind of rubber
with its straps attached. Some had ball bags with them, some without.

     `Would you like to try one?' she said softly.

     `I'd look silly wearing one of these,' I answered her.

     `I didn't mean it that way,' she replied even more softly, though I
had known what she meant and my little inner voice said why not, it would
be a new experience.

     `I couldn't manage half of these,' I said looking into her eyes to see
if there was any mockery in them, but didn't see anything.

  `This one's not too big and it does have something special about it,' she
said as she picked one out that had rather large balls at the base of
it. `Let me show you.' She got off the bed and took it into the bathroom. I
could hear a tap being turned on for a few minutes before she came back
wiping it with a towel.

     `This is as close as you get to the real thing, watch as I squeeze the
balls.' She was holding the dildo in one hand and gave the balls a quick
squeeze and a jet of water shot out of the eye of the penis. `Just like a
man shooting out his sperm, only more so, and stronger,' she laughed. I
couldn't help but laugh with her. I was fascinated by it and took it from
her hand. I tried squeezing the head of it but it only gave a fraction,
unlike a real cock that does contract when entering but expands when
inside.

     `Let me show you what it looks like when it's on,' she said, taking it
from me and turning round and clipping two ends together round her waist
before bringing the other one up between her legs and pulling it tight
before clipping it to the others.

     Then she turned round and it looked an amazing sight to see this male
erect penis jutting out from her bush and then to see the big breasts up
top. It swayed just like a real one as she moved towards me. `Would you
like to try it?' My mouth went dry as I looked at it and could only think
of Wesson and before I knew it, I was nodding my head. `I'd better put some
cream on it then.' She turned and went to the dressing table and obviously
applied some cream to the length of it as I rolled over onto my stomach and
went up onto my knees, presenting myself to her.

     I felt the bed dip and I moved my legs more for her to get in between
them. Her hand felt cool on my hip as she steadied herself and I felt the
cold tip touch the entrance to my body. It was moved about to put some of
the cream there and then it was firmly held ready by her body pressure as
her other hand came to my other hip.

     `Relax,' I heard her say as if from some distance, and I felt as if I
was a small boy having a cock for the first time. I took a deep breath just
before she pushed into me and it was all I could do not to scream out at
the sharp pain as it came into me. Being hard and solid there wasn't any
give to it, it was my body that had to give to accommodate it.

     The sharp pain died down quickly to a dull throb as I felt the whole
length slide into me and I could feel every ridge of it within me as her
thighs met mine and it stopped moving. I let out a big gasp of breath that
I'd been holding at the beginning of the entry. I felt as though I was
going to explode from that massive filling of me, and then she started to
fuck me with it, gently moving in and out so that I could really imagine
that it was a very strong and powerful man doing it to me. God, it was
great as she kept surging back and forth as she ploughed it into me.

     `Sing out when you've had enough,' I heard her say, `so that I'll know
when you want me to climax.' I gritted my teeth and let her keep going for
some time before I thought I might make myself too sore if it was kept up
too long.

     `Anytime now,' I managed to get out between sharp intakes of
breath. So she began to act the part of a man by starting to grunt and
breath heavily as she began to go faster, using shorter but harder jabs
until she pulled my bum tight up to her as she shuddered, one hand leaving
my hip and I then felt the hot jets of water strike my insides like a man
coming.

     I was in a strange kind of heaven, having what was like a man inside
me and actually have him shoot his sperm so that I could really feel it. I
couldn't help but gasp at the reality of it all and whimpered as she slowly
withdrew it from me. I felt my bum wiped with the towel as I slowly
subsided onto the bed feeling well and truly fucked.

     Lou had gone into the bathroom and joined me a few minutes later on
the bed. Her arm went round my shoulders as she moved in close to me.

     `Do you know, that's the first time I've had an orgasm using one of
those things like that,' she said into my ear. I turned my head to face her
and she kissed me and I saw that she had tears in her eyes.

     `Tell me what it was like later as all I want now is for you to fuck
me,' she said, kissing me again and rolling onto her back. My arse was
feeling right sore as I moved, but I got between her legs, my cock like a
small iron bar. She was really wet and I slid in quite easily and I felt
the muscles of her vagina contract around my muscle. Her arms went round me
and it was nice to be cushioned by those soft breasts as her legs came up
for full entry for me. Then we fucked and I thoroughly enjoyed it, ramming
in and out as hard as I could hoping that the size of my cock was not too
much of a disappointment to her. But she kept egging me on as she panted
that she was coming herself and gave out a little scream and I too let go
then and came inside her.

     I lay on top of her till it slipped out of its own accord and only
then did I roll off for us to cuddle each other. There were kisses and
little whispered things that you can never remember what either person
said. When I was finally asked what had it been like, having the dildo, I
told her that it would never replace the real thing. It was an experience
to have, but not one that I would like to continue with. I'll have a sore
arse for weeks I told her and she laughed as she said that she would always
think of me whenever she used that one again.

     I was quite proud of myself to be able to rise up again later and this
time she went down on me. Before I reached my peak, she stopped and asked
me to get astride of her and told me what she wanted. So I moved up so that
she could trap my cock between her breasts so that I could have a tit roll
for her to see my sperm actually come out when I began firing. Then she
took me into her mouth again to clean me up while sucking out the last few
drops.

     I don't remember falling asleep and she must have covered us during
the night. I slowly came awake to the nice feeling of having a warm body
touching mine and I rolled closer and let my hand wander across the
thigh. That woke me up when my hand touched the pubic hair but didn't find
the hard piece of flesh that was normally there. I thought it had been
Wesson lying there with me but realised then that it was Lou. My hand
instead, went up and fondled her breasts and she drowsily came awake.

                                                           *

     `What time is it?' she asked sleepily. I looked over her at the
bedside table to look at the small clock there.

     `Christ! It's nearly seven o'clock. Palmer will be bringing the
coffee,' I exclaimed. I rolled out of bed and quickly put on my bathrobe
and bent and gave Lou, who'd rolled into the middle, a kiss. `Thank you
darling, but I must go. See you later.' I hurried out and took the lift
down to my floor. As I got out of the lift, Palmer was just coming along
the hall with a tray bearing my coffee.

     `Good morning, er, is it Sir Gervaise or Miss Francis?'

     `Don't be flippant Palmer. What do you think seeing as I've just got
out of the lift?' I scowled.

     `Then good morning sir. If I'd have known, I would have made coffee
for two and taken it upstairs.'

     `Don't push me. I'm not in the mood at this time of the morning for
jokes,' I said as we entered my apartment. `Do you think I need a haircut?'
I asked of him.

     `As Sir Gervaise, yes sir, as Miss Francis, no.'

     `What the hell. I can't keep flitting in and out first as Gervaise
then as Francis. People are bound to spot that.'

     `May I make a suggestion sir,' Palmer asked.

     `If it's not like your first comment, yes.' I answered rather tersely.

     `The establishment that I frequent for my tonsorial attendance is very
good, and I'm sure that the owner would like the honour of seeing to you
here, after his place has closed for the day.'

     `Good idea Palmer. Yes, please contact him sometime.'

     `Today? It being Saturday and you might be late during the week sir?'

     `If he can manage it, today would be fine, thank you.' He gave me a
little bow and left the room for me to drink my coffee. I hoped it would be
sautéed kidneys for breakfast, but it wasn't. Poached haddock with a
poached egg on top, toast and marmalade and more coffee was delivered at
eight. He was really looking after my health which reminded me that I
hadn't worked out at all since Wesson had been away and I checked my waist
to see if I had put on any weight.

     I hadn't bothered to get dressed for breakfast so when I'd finished,
instead of taking my bath, I went into the gym at the back of the house. I
closed the door and dropping my bathrobe went naked and put some music on
the machine and did some exercises to the music. They do it now and call it
aerobics and pay a lot of money at some gyms for the pleasure. I was
pleased to find that I could still do the splits, though the first time
that morning nearly tore my arse apart. I grinned ruefully and rubbed it
wondering if she realised not many people ever get the privilege of fucking
their boss. It's usually the other way round.

     I spent two hours dancing and working hard doing hand springs and the
like till I worked up quite a sweat. Then it was into the shower and I
realised there, that I hadn't felt any kind of twinge in my back. Must have
another massage again soon, I thought, but without the dildo, that would be
too much to take too often. Besides, the real thing would be back soon, and
at the thought I felt myself rise up and so I jerked myself off in the
shower whilst dreaming of Wesson.

     I went back to my rooms to find Lou in there dressed and going through
the post and she jumped excitedly, waving a letter.

     `Good news from Nassau. All the buildings are up and the furnishings
and fittings have just arrived there on the island. That was four days
ago. The radio things have been done and paid for in dollars as you
said. They are also just starting on the landscaping and expect the whole
lot to be finished by the 14th June, four weeks from now. Isn't that
exciting?' she was really bubbling over this as if it were her own project.

     `Fantastic,' I said, `two months ahead of schedule. That means we've
got a lot of work to do. Date of opening to decide on, invitations to be
sent out and a mountain of other things. Come on with your pad and take
notes while I dress.' I gave her a list of names that would be my guests on
the opening as I got out and pulled on my stockings and fixed them to the
suspender belt. Note for Palmer to arrange for the purchase of a thousand
bottles of wine to be shipped out as soon as possible, as the bra went
on. Make-up took me through Sam and all his instructions.

     Then I remembered about the pilot as I put on my dress. I didn't
bother with a wig while I was indoors, just running a brush through my hair
and noticing that it really was growing long again.

     `Get on the phone to the pilot. His number is somewhere. I want to
speak to him while you get started on those letters. Those to Sam first
till I sort out a date for the opening.' She contacted Stephen and I spoke
to him to confirm the date of his leaving the service.

     `Look. Things have moved faster than I expected and I would like you
to be ready to leave for the Bahamas as soon as you can. Now you can either
take your family with you or send for them later, but we officially open
on,' I was scanning a calendar as I spoke, `on the 23rd June. I need your
plane checked and rechecked before that date. Spares and all that allowed
for too. Now I will still put you all up for one week in an hotel while you
all look for a place. We will also pay the shipping costs whichever way you
jump. Have you got all that?'

     `Yes Miss Francis.'

     `Well keep me informed of which way you are jumping, and thanks.'

     It really was short notice to the people that I wanted as the first
guests but it couldn't be helped, and it was late afternoon before all was
done and we decided that enough was enough. We were having a drink when
Palmer knocked and entered.

     `Sorry to interrupt, er, Miss Francis, but the tonsorial artist will
be arriving in about thirty minutes.'

     `Oh Lord, I forgot. Thank you Palmer.'

     `What on earth is a tonsorial artist?' Lou asked after Palmer had
left.

     `Barber,' was all I could say before laughing. `Look, I've only just
got time for a shower and wipe this stuff off my face. He's expecting to
cut the hair of Gervaise. Why don't you go and put on something sexy. It'll
give him some story to bore his regular customers with.' She laughed and
gave me a kiss before she left me alone. I had a quick shower, wearing a
shower cap to keep my hair dry and scrubbing my face to make sure I looked
more of a man than a woman. I dried myself and didn't use powder and put on
a proper man's dressing gown.

     Lou was a stunning sight reclining on the bed as I emerged from the
bathroom. Her dress was slinky but not sluttish and it was daringly cut
low. Her breasts were pushed up and almost falling out of the top but it
was the long cigarette holder that put the whole thing over the top. I
laughed and still complimented her on her choice and way of dressing, but
insisted that she got rid of the cigarette device. She laughed but did as
she was told.

     At that point, Palmer knocked on the bedroom door to announce that the
barber had arrived. He was shown into the bedroom with a little bag and I
could see straight away that he didn't have a hair problem. He was almost
bald.

     `Sir Gervaise and Miss Louise, Mr. Todd, the barber.'

     `Oh my God, it's Sweeney!' cried Louise. I couldn't help but laugh.

     `I'm sorry Mr. Todd, but I just couldn't help it. She is rather a bit
outrageous, outspoken and, well, almost out of everything as you can see,
if you know what I mean,' I said as I shook his hand. I saw Palmer shake
his head in despair as he left the room.

     `I'm sorry to drag you out, but I simply do not have a lot of time to
myself these days.' I had dropped my voice an octave and he saw nothing
wrong in my voice.

     `That's quite all right Sir Gervaise. As to the joke, I wish I had a
pound for every time I hear it. I needn't work then. Now, may we see to
your hair.'

     `I quite like it as it is, but Miss Louise and Palmer say that it
makes me look slightly feminine. What do you think?'

     `Not in the slightest sir,' he replied looking at it from both sides.

     `I thought you'd say that,' I said dryly. `Well I'd like to keep the
style it seems to be developing if you know what I mean, but I suppose it
could do with being a little shorter at the back.' He sat me down on my
stool before the dressing mirror and whipped out a white cloth to cover my
dressing gown. Louise turned herself round on the bed and lay down on her
stomach to watch. I'm sure the barber could see her quite clearly, the same
as I could. Resting on her elbows with her big tits almost falling out of
the top of her dress.

     He spent half an hour, mostly making a lot of noise with the scissors
as he fussed with my hair, looking more in the mirror at Louise than at my
hair. Then he was finished and flourished a small mirror behind my head to
show what he had done. I couldn't tell the difference.

     `Very nice Mr. Todd, you are to be congratulated,' I said as the sheet
was taken off and a small brush went across my shoulders. He then packed
his things away and made as to leave. I saw him to the door, saying that
Palmer would see to his payment. Louise, still on her elbows turned towards
us and lifted up her arm to wave.

     `Goodbye Mr. Todd,' she called out, and as she lifted her arm, one of
her breasts fell out of the top and was quite clearly seen against the
black of her dress. She waved and it bounced most nicely as I looked back
at the barber to see his face go very red as he left the bedroom. I closed
the door behind and had to stifle my mouth until I heard the outer door
close. Then I let go and almost fell to the floor with laughing. Louise
rolled over onto her back, her tit still out as she howled with her
laughter.

     `My God. He's going to talking about this for the rest of his
life. He'll probably recite it on his death bed and go to heaven with the
vision of that tit hanging out,' I choked out when I could speak.

     `Did you just see his face?' Louise cried, tears running down her
face.

     `That was grand. I feel like staying that way tonight. Let's go out
and eat.'

     `Good idea. I didn't fancy cooking for myself tonight,' Lou said.

     `Then you'd better see to your face while I get dressed.' So she sat
at my mirror and repaired her make-up while I donned my stockings and all
the rest before sitting down there myself to see to my face. I asked her to
phone Palmer, telling him I, that we, were going out for dinner tonight and
please order a taxi. I let Lou wear one of my wraps and I wore another and
as we went out of the bedroom, Palmer was just tidying the sitting room.

     `Did you pay Mr. Todd Palmer?' I asked.

     `Yes Sir, er, Miss Francis. I took twenty pounds out of the cash pot.'
This was a little joke because it was a pun on words for the little Chinese
vase on the mantel piece. Whenever it was getting low on money, I would top
it up for incidentals like hairdressing etc.

     `Twenty pounds?' Lou exclaimed. `He didn't cut off enough hair to
stuff a pillow for a mouse!'

     `Louise! The man did come out of office hours. What do you expect,' I
admonished her, and then we went off to the Ritz for dinner. I was becoming
well known there as the sister of Sir Gervaise, so we had a very good table
and had an excellent dinner. We also consumed quite a quantity of wine that
seems to go down so smoothly when you're enjoying yourself. I always went
there with a bag full of dollars and always apologised that my brother only
ever left me dollars thinking that I couldn't spend them in London. They
always laughed at the joke and took them quite happily, getting well tipped
into the bargain.

     We must have been smashed, because I know I had poured out some drinks
when we got back. We also somehow finished up under the table, half
undressed with me on top fucking the hell out of her. We then dragged
ourselves into bed and I wasn't surprised to see Palmer come in in the
morning with coffee for two and a bottle of Aspirins on the tray. He didn't
turn a hair to the fact that there were no covers on us when he placed the
tray on the bedside table. My dick was covered in lipstick and so were her
tits and thighs. Our faces must have looked a right mess.

     At least we had robes on in the sitting room when he brought in
breakfast, which we both only really picked at, but drank the extra pot of
coffee that he had added. Then Lou said that she was going up to her rooms
to shower and go back to bed which I thought was a good idea, and did the
same. I slept through lunchtime and the whole afternoon. Palmer brought me
a light supper and I slept the whole night without dreams.

                                                           *

     It was nearly another two weeks before Wesson and Penny came back
home. Lou and I hadn't been to bed since that last time and I was raring to
have a go with Wesson when he finally appeared on the Saturday afternoon. I
heard the outer door close and the thud of a suitcase hitting the floor and
I knew it was him.

     I flew out of the bedroom and flung myself into his arms, knocking him
back against the door as I smothered him with kisses. As he held me and
kissed me back, I couldn't stop my hands from tearing at his belt and
pulling open his flies. Then I was down on my knees to gobble as much of
him in my mouth as I could. I was hungry for the taste of him. The strong
thick hard muscle that I had been missing. I dragged him laughingly down,
barely letting go of his now erect cock till he was on the floor with me. I
had pulled my dress up, baring myself as I attacked him again and then he
too began to suck and chew on me as avidly as I was on him. It was sheer
heaven to have him in my mouth again and to feel his lips on me. I pumped
hard on him as I sucked and tongued and kissed that idol, my totem until he
came in lovely mouth filling bursts of his semen. I rolled it round in my
mouth, savouring the flavour and taste of him before swallowing it, and
then sucking at him for the rest. I too had come, him doing the same to me,
keeping me high in my own little paradise of sex.

     I then turned round and rolled away from the door kissing him still
more till we finally stopped with his heavy body on mine.

     `I must go away more often if I get this welcome every time I return,'
he laughed between kisses.

     `You don't have to be away that long for this. I could do this every
time even if you've only been gone ten minutes. Don't bother with
unpacking, just take me to bed and show me how much you've missed me.'

     `Well you've shown me how much you've missed me, so I wonder if I've
still got the strength to return the compliment.' It was only at a time
like this that I realised just how strong Wesson was. He was able to pick
me up off the floor in one movement into his arms and then carry me into
the bedroom.

     I watched him take off his clothes to show his muscular body and I
felt that thrill run right up through my middle. This man is mine and how I
did really love him as he gently undressed me and lay down beside me. He
took me in his arms and really hugged me, saying how much he had missed
this close body contact. My cock rose for him as his did for me.

     The soreness of my arse had worn away by now, but with him entering me
showed me how much more I wanted him and not a dildo. He was hard but
pliable as it smoothed my insides instead of scratching, it throbbed and
pulsated instead of being just a lump. I urged him on, rocking back at him
to feel him thump his loins against my bum as he fucked me. I cried out as
he held me tight as he came, pumping the short savage little thrusts as he
began to strain in emptying himself for the second time in such a short
period. I stripped off the condom and finished him off with my mouth, and
then I stretched out on top of him. He didn't object to my rubbing myself
up and down on his body with my erection squashed between us till I
came. My sperm smearing both our stomachs until I had finished and then we
parted so that we could both lick each other to clean up my coming from our
bodies.

     Then we lay and talked. I had so much to tell him of what had happened
of the past four weeks. I told him that I had set an opening date of the
island and that I had even sent an invitation to Frobisher. This brought
some response from Wesson who I thought had fallen asleep.

     `The bugger had better not think of something to stop us being there
then.' I gave him an extra hug for this.

     `Thank you darling. Do you know that you have now become half owner of
the island.'

     `What?' he reared up. `No Francis, no. I'm not living with you for
this!'

     `I know that,' I said, pulling him back down. `I haven't done it yet,
but you will be half owner, that I promise and there's nothing you can do
about it. Darling I love you! What else can I do for you? It's an insurance
policy. I am going to be the last person to try and tell you what to
do. You are going to be your own man, and mine, I hope. I'm not trying to
buy your love, but I just want to give us some protection if anything
should happen to either of us whether we are working for Frobisher or
not. Please Wesson? Do not try and deny me this gesture. I love you, I
worship the very ground you walk on and I will even kill for you!'

     Tears were coming to my eyes. How could I make this hulking man
believe what I was truly trying to say? `You've given me faith and
happiness ever since I met you, and more than that, you gave me your
love. There's nothing more a person can give that doesn't cost money. I'm
not trying to buy the love that you've already shown and given to me. I
just want to ensure that we both can share in the love that we have and not
have to worry about material things. I could go to the island and stay
there for the rest of my life and never ever see anybody ever again. I
wouldn't starve because there's enough money for me to do it. Why do I stay
here and work for Frobisher? Because you do! You are my life now! Where you
are is where I want to be, whether it be Timbuktu or the fucking North
Pole. Half the island is yours and that's the end of it,' I said breaking
out into sobs and burying my head into his shoulder. He held me and hugged
me tight to him and I could hear that he was choking back sobs when he
eventually spoke.

     `You are the most obstinate and stubborn person I've ever met. You
constantly surprise and astound me. You are like a young child that is
frightened of the dark and need a strong pair of arms to hold you; the next
you'll take on an armed gang and fight with all the strength that I've
never ever seen in someone else. You fight and fire a petty little
bureaucrat and then employ someone who nobody has time for.

     You win the hearts of princes and peasants alike. You make men and
women fall in love with you. Even men who know that you are a man fall in
love with you just as I did. It's not because we fancy your bum, but that
you have what many people will never experience. You exude love in all its
forms and are prepared to stand up for that very word, love. I would never
have believed it in the past, and I think I've already said this once
before. I love you because you are you. You say that you love and need me?
Francis, I need you too. I'm not as educated as you and I must be nearly
ten years older, but I don't think I could live without you now. You have
become my nemesis. My chain, my anchor. Whatever you want darling, I'll not
try to divert you from whatever path you choose.'

     God, the tears were really flowing now from both of us as we held each
other tight. I was deliriously happy in spite of the tears, that this man
had once again avowed his love of me. There was only one thing that I
regretted that I couldn't give him, and that was a child. This was what I
really cried for. The man I loved and would have given up my millions to
have been able to do that.

      It took us a long time to calm down from that emotional high and I
was really happy that he was able to take me again before we showered and
dressed for dinner.

                                                           *

     Sunday was a languorous day for us both. Breakfast in bed, then a late
lunch before going back to bed for the afternoon to be loved and fucked at
the same time. I lay in his arms afterwards.

     `I forgive you for what happened in Bonn,' I said.

     `What do you mean what happened in Bonn?' he asked.

     `That you slept with and had Penny.'

     `How did you know?' he asked somewhat tremulously.

     `Don't forget that I've been with her. How long did you last out
before succumbing?'

     `Three weeks,' he said in a muffled voice. `I tried my hardest to keep
out of her clutches, but, well, dammit! I wanted you and she was the next
best thing. There! I've told you now. I'm glad to have got it off my
chest.'

     `How many times?'

     `Just the once. I said that it was you that I loved and it shouldn't
happen again.'

     `That's exactly what I said to Lou,' I chuckled and gave him a
squeeze.

     `You don't mean...?'

     `Yes. Twice, though I was really drunk the second time. That's what
made me more appreciative of you. I knew you would go eventually with
Penny, the same as I knew that I would do it with Lou. But it just went to
prove how much I loved and preferred you in my bed than any other woman.'

     `Well I'm blowed!'

     `Well what did you expect you Neanderthal! You're a very handsome
virile man. What woman isn't going to throw herself at you? I'm surprised
that you kept her away for three weeks. I only lasted a week I was that
hungry for your love. I had to make do with one of those fake rubber
things.'

     `You let her fuck you with a dildo?' he said incredulously.

     `Well there has to be a first time for everything. It bloody well
showed me how much better you are than a piece of rubber.'

     `But what if she says anything?'

     `She'll probably only tell Penny, but that will be it. She has seen me
in action don't forget. Now you forget it. It really showed me how precious
you are to me and I am not going to ever let you forget that,' I said as I
took hold of his penis which had now come erect again. `I see that your
mind is visualising Lou with a dildo fucking me. Don't deny it. Now show me
again that you are better than a rubber substitute!' Which he promptly did,
much to my satisfaction.

                                                           *

     We went to the office on Monday and I sat at my desk waiting for the
summons to Frobisher's office, which was not long in coming. I went into
his office and stood in front of his desk instead of sitting down because I
knew that was going to be a showdown and I didn't want the disadvantage of
being down lower than him.

     `Now this invitation...' he said, which was as far as I let him get
before interrupting him.

     `Before you go any further Sir Alex...'

     `Frobisher!' he barked out.'

     `Frobisher or Sir Alex makes no difference to me,' I shouted back as I
leaned forward, hands flat on the edge of his desk. `We are equal in
rank. No! To quote George Orwell, "All animals are equal but some animals
are more equal than others." Unquote. I outrank you in that rat race. That
was a quirk of fate, but I respect you because you are old enough to be my
father. You have knowledge and wisdom that has taken years for you to
learn, and that is what I respect for it would probably take me twice as
long. You learnt to be devious and cunning. It came naturally to me. You
used me for your Egyptian little coup and like a spider, drew me into your
web. Now that the fly is fighting back, it alarms you.

     We sit here on our arse's twiddling our thumbs over how to stop the
arms shipment from Russia to Egypt. When your planner's come up with
nothing and I do something about it, what happens? I get ripped off!'

     `You should have made known to us your plans,' he protested, `that's
what you're in the department for. You signed the Official Secrets Act and
that is what you're paid for!'

     `You have just cut the Gordian knot Alex. I've not been paid a bloody
penny ever since I first visited this fucking office.'

     `Don't forget I dragged you out of a police cell and saved you from
degradation.'

      `I've never forgotten that for which I thank you for, but it doesn't
mean that you can rule my life forever! I've already repaid that debt at
almost the cost of my life. That's why I've been working for you in that
stinking little shed of an office going over stale news from France and the
odd snippet of information.

     It was not my fault that I fell in love with Wesson or him with me!' I
stormed round the office and then smashed my fist into the panelling,
splitting the wood and hurting my hand.

     `God cursed me when he gave me what's between my legs. I was born a
woman and have ever been so. I fell in love with a real man and I love
him. He in turn, has turned his mind as to what's in here,' I pointed to my
chest. `He has fallen in love with the person that's inside. That's me!
Francis! All woman except for the stupid biological mistake that God made.

     I have enough money of my own so as not have to work for the rest of a
thousand lifetimes, but I still do. Why? Because of Wesson! I won't let him
give up the loyalty that he thinks he owes you. Never, ever will I try and
do that. I could walk away now and not have any regrets, but I won't in
respect of Wesson. As long as he wants to stay loyal to you, then I will do
the same. But, don't ever try to fuck him about. I know you think a lot of
us both and I'm sure you know that we think, and respect you enormously
too, but cut us some slack.

     Now Wesson owns half of that island in the Bahamas, and that
invitation is as much from him as it is from me. So I am asking, not
begging, but asking you to accept it in the faith that it was given. You'll
be surprised at who else will be there for the opening week of the island.'
I leaned back off his desk feeling absolutely dried out from the tirade
that I'd just delivered to my boss, technically speaking.

     `Help yourself to a drink before I speak on my behalf in this court.'
I couldn't help but catch the sarcasm in his voice, but helped myself to
the drink as I really did need it, and then sat down.

     `Now as to the fact that I have two practising homosexuals working for
me,' he raised up his hand as I started to rise from my chair, `is of no
consequence to me.' He continued. `Or that you employ two lesbians
either. I use who or whatever I can to do my job for my country.

     You raised the question of not ever been paid. Why? I knew you would
be good and all the more reason not to have you on the payroll. If things
went wrong then I could disavow all knowledge of you. I felt at the
beginning that you would either be bloody good or a bloody
embarrassment. I'm pleased you were the former.

     Where you outwitted me was with your charisma. I just didn't think
that Wesson would come under your spell. You're more of a spider than I am
to use your own analogy. As you also alluded to, we can read each other's
mind. I saw what was going to happen when you went off to Hong Kong after
visiting Cairo. I let it run! I could have stopped it dead, but I didn't. I
worked out what you were going to do and prayed for your success, but I
wasn't prepared to let you get away with it completely.

     The only other operation since we've known each other that you've got
away with on your own was the Bahamas drug bust. The American narcotic
bureau know too, but they're not interested in the money that you got, just
in the fact that the drugs didn't get landed on their soil. That money is
what is funding the island and I say good luck to you. That you've given
half the island to Wesson is the least I expected of you and because of
that, I am only too happy to accept the invitation to the opening.'

     I was absolutely deflated. The bastard had outwitted me again and I
was furious. I finished my drink and went and helped myself to another.

     `Now what is that piece of paper that you have in your hand that is
obviously for me. But before you show me, is it a request for leave for
both Wesson and yourself for at least two weeks from around the 13th of
this month? If I am correct, the answer is yes.' He gave me such a sweet
smile I couldn't help but laugh as I crumpled up what he had correctly
surmised.

     `You bastard,' I said smiling as I stood up. `I'll catch you one day,'
I said as I started to leave the office.

     `Francis?' he called out as I got to the door. `Thank you for the
invitation. As to the first, that's a possibility and to the other, when
you do, I'll relinquish this chair to you,' he said smiling. I blew him a
kiss before I shut the door.

                                                           *

     I went down to our office and told Wesson that we would be off from
the 13th June for at least two weeks and I told the girls that
evening. Rudolph came round with the original painting and one of the other
smaller ones for my inspection. We were all delighted with what he had done
and I asked him if he could put the others on hold till he'd done one of
Wesson. Wesson put up his objections again, but I finally convinced him
that I wanted a head and shoulders study of him that I could hang in the
bedroom. I wanted it there, so that if he ever went away again, I would
still be able to see it at night and think of him. So he finally agreed and
I arranged for Rudolph to come round the next day for the first
sitting. Wesson protested about the work at the office, but I said that it
would only be for a couple of hours a day and Rudolph agreed with me.

     So that was settled, and after he had left, I got Wesson to hang the
big picture above the fireplace and it looked great when it was eventually
got to hang right. He didn't know that when I arranged the sitting with
Rudolph that I wanted the big picture to be just behind him in the
background. I also insisted that he wore his uniform with all his ribbons
on show.

     Penny, when asked, told me that she had thoroughly enjoyed her time in
Bonn, but I didn't let on that I knew she'd had Wesson while there. Then
she filled me in on what she'd done that day. The printers now had the
radio phone number for the island and that the printing was going
ahead. She herself had approved the copy and didn't want to waste time by
bringing it back just for me to say yes. With the assistance of Mr. Truell,
she had been able to find a sign maker in Trowbridge and had sent of a copy
of the coat of arms for a sign to be made for the village pub. Then
arranged for it to be put up how Dave wanted it and to have the whole
outside repainted to match the new sign. Dave had been tickled pink, she
said, when told and looked forward to the new name of The Lyon Arms. I then
suggested that she put in an order for stationery and menu cards and the
like for the pub to be done at the printers.

     Lou had been busy liaising with William and Sam over the phone about
getting the L.T.C. returned to Florida, and having the opening date, Sam
had started recruiting staff. William hadn't been put down as being a guest
at the opening, but I decided that it was only right that he be there. So I
told her to tell him so and that we would all be arriving a week before,
and to let Sam know this too. Even with the two girls doing all this for
me, it was still late before Wesson and I got to bed that night.

                                                           *

     Next morning I made sure that Wesson had shaved properly and put on
his uniform jacket ready for his first sitting with Rudolph. Instead of
going to the office, I decided to take Penny with me to see the estate
agents. I had her type up a letter of introduction stating that I was in
control of the affairs of Gervaise while he was away. I signed it as
Gervaise and we went off for my first visit to see what I had bought nearly
fifteen months ago.

     I liked the location and the way the office was laid out, open plan
where everybody could talk to each other yet without shouting. We were
shown to the Manager's desk at the back where he could see over all the
other desks. He did a double take when he saw the letter I handed him, and
you could feel the electricity in the air when my name was mentioned.

     Chairs were quickly pulled forward for us and coffee ordered as he
stuttered out his apologies for Pettigrew who had acted on his own
initiative. He stumbled on saying it would never happen again and that all
staff were being thoroughly trained before being let loose with clients.

      I waved this all aside and told him the reason for my visit. I showed
him William's drawings and explained that I knew they were not a travel
agency. But I wanted them to advertise the hotel on Lyon Island to those
that could afford it. Photographs would be sent back to him as

  soon as I could get them for his staff to come up with a brochure about
the island. He was taken aback by the price per person per day, but thought
it reasonable when I told him that it included travel to and from the
airport and all drinks and food included in the price.

     So for nearly an hour, Penny and I described the island for one of the
girl's of the office to take notes. Our comments could then be used in the
brochure to describe the hotel in paradise.

     He liked the touch of the private beach where dress was optional, to
not actually say what it really was. When told of the commission, I saw his
brain come alive with the potential earnings for the agency and by
progression, his bonus. I gave him the date of being ready for paying
guests and what our total capacity was. He would also be informed of whom
to liaise with in terms of any bookings that were made. He promised to have
the brochure printed as soon as he received the photographs and rush us out
a copy for my approval. We shook hands and I complimented him on what a
fine job he was doing in the agency.

                                                           *

     I didn't bother to go to the office that day. Next day, I stayed at
the second sitting with Wesson and we then went off to work together. I
really did a lot of fidgeting during the week, waiting for the weekend
because Stephen, the pilot, finished his Navy service on Friday, and I
expected him to be in London on Sunday according to a phone message.

     The sittings had finished and I was anxious to see Stephen and was
glad when I got the phone call that he had arrived at the Ritz Hotel. I
took Wesson with me and I was pleased to see that his wife and child and
accompanied him. It turned out that they had burnt their bridges and were
taking the chance. I hugged Claire and told her that she wouldn't be
sorry. We had dinner with them and I was pleased to see that Stephen and
Wesson got on very well. Stephanie was quiet as it was all strange to her
so I made a point of bringing her into our conversation.

     I gave Stephen his last minute instructions about checking over the
plane and seeing that our fuel supplies were suitable and to see Sam and
rely on him for any problems that might crop up. We left them to enjoy the
hotel for the night, and they flew out the next morning. I had Palmer spend
a day at Fortnum and Masons to arrange for as much of what he normally
bought for us, things that were sealed, for immediately shipping out to the
island.

     The wine had been sorted out and I thought it wise for him to put in
another order for shipment out in another week's time. This we had to play
by ear. I wasn't sure how much wine was going to be drunk, but it was
better to have too much than to run out.

                                                           *

     The girl's were as excited as I was during that week, them tying up
loose ends while I just fretted that all would go well. Then came Friday
night and we all had dinner together and couldn't wait till the morning. I
had to have sex all night because I couldn't sleep and I kept Wesson awake
too. I kept telling him he could sleep on the plane and I think he was
thankful when I did finally fall asleep.

     I was still up early and had my bath and took great pains over my
make-up and what I chose to wear. I had already packed quite a bit the day
before and Wesson was horrified at the amount I was taking with us. So were
the checking in staff at the airport. The overweight charge was enormous
and I was glad that the supplies from Fortnum and Masons were going as
freight.

     I also found out that it really pays to advertise. I had Lou phone the
airline to say that the sister of the famous Sir Gervaise Lyon and party
were travelling out to Nassau to take over their island hotel resort.

     A letter was also sent to B.O.A.C customer relations department to say
that a new resort was opening in the Bahamas and that many guests would be
travelling on their airline bound for Lyon Island. It would be part of our
guest questionnaire about their outward flight to their holiday, and we
would like their answers to be favourable. It wasn't very subtle, but it
worked. We had more attention than I've ever had before as we travelled out
First Class, it was brilliant.

     Pre-warned, Sam did us proud, because there were two large limousines
waiting on the tarmac and were greeted by the Chief of Police and the Chief
of Customs. With both of them being invited to the opening week, our
passports were only glanced at as we got into the cars and our baggage
wasn't even checked. This reception didn't go unnoticed by the airline
officials, especially as the cars were flying the pennants of the Governor
of the Bahamas.

     Sam and William were in the first car, so that only Wesson and myself
could get in, and the girl's had to go in the second one with all our
baggage

     `Welcome to the Bahamas,' Sam grinned. `You know, we should have cars
like this to greet the guests when they arrive.'

     `Good idea. Can you arrange that?' I asked him.

     `Of course, providing they don't all turn up at the same time. Well,
as you'll see, it takes us fifteen minutes to get to the lounge. By the
time they've got there, unloaded and the cars have turned round, you're
talking forty five minutes to an hour, but I think we'll be able to manage
it.' I leaned across and patted his hand and mouthed a thank you.

     As he said, fifteen minutes later we pulled up outside what had been
three shops, but was now a glass fronted lounge that had the sign across
the window, "Lyon Island Lounge". Sam opened it up for us and went behind
the bar to give us all a drink from the nice looking array of bottles in
front of a huge mirror with the same sign as the window emblazoned across
it.

     `This will be manned on the opening day and from then on. Well, what
do you think of it? Is it how you wanted it?' he asked as he poured out the
traditionally island drink for visitors.

     `The inside yes, the outside no. Please have the window cleaned
off. It's too much. Just the wording across the top above the glass would
be fine. But I do like the décor in here,' I said, sitting down in one
of the chairs, moving to check that it was comfortable. `I would like some
enlarged photos framed of the hotel on the walls, casual like, just so they
can see what they're getting for their money. Some magazines and newspapers
on the tables here. The incoming guests should be given a cocktail like
this before being whisked off to the island. See that someone deals with
their luggage while they have this drink. But we'll discuss it more in
detail later during the week. So let's get to the island and see what
William has done.'

     We went outside and there was Stephen waiting for us. `Hello Miss
Francis. Now you can see your plane, it's beautiful,' and he pointed off to
his left as we walked to the edge of the harbour quay. It slowly came into
view as we got closer, moored to a pontoon that was a landing platform at
the bottom of the harbour steps. It really was beautiful too, nice and
sleek and looked just like a bird ready for flight. A single engine
monoplane, dazzling white, gently moving on the slight swell of the harbour
tide.

     `You're right. It is beautiful. How does it fly?'

     `Like a dream. Even with a full load, she's off the water within ten
seconds it's that powerful. In the air, she's like a bird. I've never flown
such a wonderful seaplane before. It also has wheels beneath the floats so
I could have picked you up at the airport, but Sam and William wanted you
to see the lounge first.'

     `Well that is good news, about the wheels I mean. How is the family?
Have you found a place to live in yet? Do you think Claire and Stephanie
will like it out here?'

     `They love it here,' he laughed. `I doubt I'll ever get them to leave
now. Yes, we've found a house near the edge of town with a lovely view over
the sea and Claire can't wait to get started on the garden.' We'd started
down the steps to the floating platform and I could then see that one of
our high speed boats was tied up and had our baggage aboard waiting for
us. That too was a dazzling white in colour and it really looked sleek and
fast. The others had oohed and aahed at seeing the plane and now they did
for the boat, and then I saw the name on the stern and felt a bit foolish
for having chosen it. Wesson noticed it too, and turned to me.

     `It's got my name on it,' he said.

     `Well it had to have one, so that's what I wanted it called,' and then
I laughed at the expression on his face. `Wait till you see the other
one. That's called "Francis". I just liked the symbolism of both of us
travelling together backwards and forwards across the sea to our island.'

     `You get some strange ideas,' he smiled as he touched my arm, `but
this is one I like.'

     `Would you like to board now,' Stephen called out, holding open the
cabin door of the plane.

     `You and Wesson and the girl's go in the plane,' said William. You'll
find it very comfortable and I want you to see your dream from the air
first. I'll go in the boat with Sam and your baggage. Keep a look out for
the "Francis". She should be now on her way back. She's been taking
supplies out to the island.'

     Penny got in first to sit at the rear and Lou went next to her. I then
got in next with Wesson, sitting in two of the three seats directly behind
where the pilot and navigator would sit. It seemed quite roomy inside and
smelt so new and I gave Wesson's arm a squeeze.

     `It can carry six passengers, seven at a squeeze, without baggage,'
Stephen said, settling himself at the controls and buckling himself
in. `Fasten your seat belts please,' he said as he gave a wave out of the
window and we were untied from the pontoon. `It takes us just over ten
minutes and I hope you enjoy the flight.' He then turned back to the
controls and I could see that we had drifted a little way off from the
pontoon as the engine coughed and roared into life, the propeller sparkling
in the sunlight.

     We moved slowly but surely out into the centre of the harbour till we
were facing the open sea before he opened up the throttle and I could feel
the powerful surge of that engine as we were pressed back into our
seats. The water started speeding by and then we were above it. I didn't
even feel us come unstuck from the surface as it began to climb up into the
sunlight. He turned the plane round in a circle above the harbour so that
we could have a good view of that and of Nassau. We could see the others as
little figures on the pontoon waving up at us we passed over them. Then
Stephen turned the plane towards the north and spoke into the microphone. I
couldn't believe what I heard.

     `Lion cub calling lion's den. Lion cub calling lion's den, over,' was
what Stephen said. The speaker gave out a little crackle.

     `Lion's den receiving over.' I didn't recognise the voice.

     `Cub just leaving with the pride on board. Ten minutes, over.'

     `Roger and out.'

     I was both flattered and amused of the code words they were
using. `Whose idea for the names,' I shouted at him.

     `I don't really know. Somebody used them as a kind of joke one night
and they seem to have stuck. I think it was quite good,' he shouted back
over his shoulder. `If you look down on the port side you'll see the
"Francis".' He pushed the stick forward and we went lower and then we could
see the other boat fairly flying over the water, a large creamy wake
flowing and spreading out like a fan from behind it.

     `It's going fast,' I shouted.

     `About twenty knots I think,' came back as we did a circle round it
and got a wave from the two men in it. It did look fast and sleek and I
should have named the boats to fit in with the name of the island. I hadn't
thought of that. In the hotel our rooms, Wesson and mine, was called the
Lion's suite while the others were Leopard, Tiger and Panther suites. Which
then told me why the names of the island and plane were used over the
radio. Stephen kept the plane low and soon called out that the island was
coming up. We craned our necks to each try to see it first and then it was
there.

     `Look Lou! There's our beach,' Penny cried out, and I smiled at the
proprietary air with which she said, our beach. Then we caught glimpses of
thatch through the trees before the sparkling pool was beneath us, shining
as blue as the sea. Then the main house, looking magnificent within its
circle of palm trees and I felt myself really hugging Wesson's arm hard as
I looked down on it as it swept past for us to go over the last two houses
at the northern end. Then we went up higher and circled the island again
and this time you could take see it in all its glory.

     I felt so proud of what we'd achieved in such a short space of
time. An almost barren island having been turned into a little
paradise. Then we could see the jetty and lots of people converging on it
with several men running out along it to the end as we turned at the end.

     We quickly dropped down to skim the surface of the sea before Stephen
throttled back and we gently bumped down and quickly slowed. Then it was a
gentle ride to close up to the end of the jetty where one man jumped onto a
float and secured it with some rope. The engine was turned off and the
sudden silence was almost deafening as Stephen unclipped his belt and half
turned in his seat.

     `Welcome to Lyon Island,' he grinned. `Well, what do you think?'

     `I'm lost for words,' I said, and that was true.

     `That's a first,' said Wesson, smiling. `I can't believe what we've
just seen. It was a bomb site just a few months ago, but now, well, I
suppose I'm like Francis, lost for words,' and we both laughed and that
laugh was of real happiness. The two girls behind were squealing their
delight and both talking to each other at the same time.

     The door of the plane was opened and a black hand was held out for me
to take to get out. The owner of the hand had a huge smile on his face as
he handed me down onto the white wooden planking of the jetty. He was
wearing black trousers and a dazzling white shirt with the island logo on
the pocket and it looked great.

     I waited while the others got out and Stephen called out not to wait
for him. We moved off towards the big house that we could see through the
trees, but there were all the staff lined up to see first at the end of the
jetty. In a row on either side of the path they stood, the men and women
who would be running the place, and standing out in front, dressed with a
coat and tie on was obviously my manager with his wife to greet us.

     The greeting was rather flowery and formal as we, being the first
guests, were welcomed to the island. His name was Victor Pascall and his
wife's name was Violet. They both looked to be in their early forties and I
must say that he did look the part of being a manager. Nearly six feet tall
and broad shouldered without a paunch and he had a lovely smile and teeth
that vied with the whiteness of his starched shirt. He introduced us to all
the others lined up, the chef and his wife who also cooked, and so on down
the two rows.

     I was pleased to see that all had a name badge pinned to their shirts
just above the island name and logo. At the very end, the only odd looking,
out of place men, were the two security guards. That was because they wore
blue shirts with a large patch on each shoulder indicating what they were,
and would have no dealings in the serving etc. of the guests. So in all,
including Pascall, we had a staff of eighteen people to look after seventy
guests when we were full, which would be just about right.

     Pascall led us to the house and we went up the four steps and into the
cool interior of the reception as the staff dispersed behind us to their
various duties. Immediately to the right of the front desk was the
staircase going up to the suites above. Then a little further off to the
right, you could just see the first set of tables of the dining room that
went down that side of the building. To our left was the way to the lounge
and bar and that is the way I turned.

     In the corner, dominating it was the grand piano that I was itching to
play, and then there were sofas and tables and chairs spread about along
this veranda type room with the long bar on the right, facing towards the
swimming pool and lower end of the island. All the sides of this lower part
of the building were open and a nice breeze came gently sweeping through.

      I sat down at a table near the rail to look down at the swimming
pool, sunlight glinting off the surface of the water. The blue tiles
shimmering under the gentle rippling of the light breeze. There were
various loungers out, scattered around in pairs with little side tables and
a huge umbrella by each set. A waiter was hovering around us as we all sat
down and the barman was waiting patiently to serve up his first
drinks. Wesson did the ordering and I was served up a large gin sling in a
tall frosted glass that was cold to the touch and went down as smooth as
ice cream.

      It was late afternoon and we were all tired from the flight, which
had left London in the very early hours of the morning, but tired as we
were, I think we were all too excited to worry about that. I said that we
would wait till William and Sam arrived before walking round the island and
that just gave me time to have another drink before we saw the boat come
into view.

     `Well what do you think,' William burst out as soon as he reached us,
his eyes were alight with the excitement of showing off the place, which
was why I waited. I told him that we were very pleased so far and that we
would like to walk round and have a look at least a couple of the guest
houses. He declined a drink and we all went down the steps and round the
pool, William bubbling over as he explained some of the problems that they
had to overcome to get everything ready for us.

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                                             To be continued.