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excitedly as they found her breast, soft and pliant beneath the woolly jumper.

'Ooh, darling,' he heard her moan softly, and her fingers dug into his shoulder. 'Say
you love me.'

'I love you.' It was easy to say.

'You won't leave me.'

I won't leave you.' At the heat of the moment, he almost meant it.

'Yes, darling,' she murmured, as his hand began to pull at the bottom of her
jumper. Just the word 'yes' sent his blood rushing frenziedly, and the contact of his
cold fingers on the bare flesh of her stomach caused Audrey to squeeze her thighs
together in exquisite excitement. His groping hand reached her bra and quickly
passed over it to loosen the strap at her shoulder. It slid down her arm easily and
his hand raced back to what was now his possession. He cupped her breast and
enjoyed for a few moments the sensation of its fleshy softness and hard little
centre, but his greedy mind was already racing ahead to other regions.

And it was at that moment that her body went rigid again.

'What was that?' he heard her gasp.

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He froze, wondering whether to kill her or just dump her into the hedge and drive
away. Instead he said woodenly, his hand still grasping its prize: 'What?'

'There's someone outside. I heard something,' she said in a hushed voice.

His hand reluctantly retreated and he turned away to look through the steamed-up
windows.

'Well, they can't bloody see anything, can they, with the windows like this?'

'Listen, Ken, listen!' she pleaded.

He sat there, staring at the blank windscreen, and tried to listen, but the torment of
his disappointed passions slowing down overruled his other senses.

'There's nothing there,' he said wearily, but at the same time trying to remember
whether he'd locked the doors or not. He began to wipe the mist from the
windscreen with his coatsleeve until he had cleared an area big enough to look
through. He bent forward, his nose only inches away from the glass.