"Guy N. Smith - Night Of The Crabs 1 - Night of the Crabs" - читать интересную книгу автора (Smith Guy N)

beach to ourselves!'

They've probably all had their early morning dip, and are snoozing it off,'
Ian stretched. 'Now, let's have that picnic, and then we'll see how warm the
water really is!'

Half an hour later, clad in their bathing-costumes, they were racing across
the beach towards the incoming tide, laughing and shouting as they splashed
ankle-deep through the white foam.
'It's really warm,' Julie laughed. 'Shall we go for a nice long swim?'

'Suits me,' Ian glanced down at the front of his bathing-costume. Julie always
made him like that, damn her! He thought of stripping off, showing her what
she had seen in the bedroom only last night. Why the hell shouldn't he? There
wasn't a soul about. All the same, somebody might have a pair of
field-glasses, and the watcher might be prudish as well as being a busybody,
and report him. He thought of all the publicity . . . Uncle Cliff . . he
shrugged off the thought and splashed after Julie. God, what a figure she had!
Enough to make any man want her badly, really badly...

Julie, the water up to the top half of her bikini, turned back to him.

'Come on,' she yelled. 'What's keeping you? Race you round that headland.
Maybe there's a quiet cove there where we can...'

Tan never heard the rest of the sentence, for with a seductive smile she dived
backwards and began kicking out with her legs. Yes, he smiled to himself,
maybe there is a quiet little cove just around the headland where we can...

He plunged into a crawl, losing sight of his fianc├йe as his head went under
water. He powered on, heading out to sea. About a couple of hundred yards, and
then he would veer left, following the coastline, maybe even catching up with
her...

'Julie Coles was a strong swimmer, too. She even matched Tan for speed, and
after ten minutes or so there were still a good fifty yards between them. Of
course, she had got a good start on him. He increased his efforts, clawing the
salt water as he strove to narrow the distance.

Ten minutes or so later he paused. Damn these waves. He couldn't see her.
Turn, you fool, turn, he swore inwardly. We're far enough out to sea!

Still she persevered with a direct course.

'Stupid bitch,' he gasped aloud- 'You'll be too far out... '

He closed his eyes and mouth as a wave enveloped him. The swell was getting
stronger out here. Now he couldn't see her at all. He began to swim
desperately. Overtaking her was no longer a game. Their very lives might
depend upon it!