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him. There wasn't a soul in sight. All the same, somebody back in those dunes
might be watching them through a pair of binoculars. He shrugged his shoulders
and splashed after Julie Coles. 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 towards him.

'Come on,' she yelled, 'what's keeping you? Race you round the headland. Maybe
we can find a quiet cove somewhere ...'

She laughed tantalisingly and with a seductive smile on her freckled features
dived backwards and began kicking out with her legs. Yes, he smiled to himself
as he struck out after her, 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, trying to judge his distance by his
strokes. About a couple of hundred yards and then he would veer to the left,
following the coastline, maybe even catching up with Julie.

Julie Coles was a strong swimmer, too, matching Ian for speed, and after ten
minutes or so there was still a good fifty yards between them. Of course, he
told himself, 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, trod water, trying to look around him. Damn
this swell, it hindered his range of vision. He couldn't see her and began to
feel slightly uneasy. Then he got a brief glimpse of her lithe form still
swimming strongly out to sea.

Damn these waves; he caught his breath just in time as one enveloped him.
Turn, you idiot. Turn back! We're far enough out to sea as it is.

But still she persevered outwards on a direct course.

'Stupid bitch,' he grunted. 'You're too far out ...'

Another wave hit him; the swell was getting stronger out here. Now he could
not see her at all. He began to swim desperately. Catching Julie up was no
longer a game. Their very lives might depend upon it!

Occasionally he caught glimpses of her amidst the rising swell. At last! He
breathed a sigh of relief; she was turning now, swimming in a wide arc, a
course which would eventually take her landwards.

He struck out diagonally, his intention being to intercept her. Relief. Maybe
soon they would be lying on the sun-drenched golden sand.

Suddenly his daydreaming was interrupted by a shrill scream, and even as he
trod water to look a wave hit him, a forceful wait of water which instantly