it out through the door flap then found her way back to the bed in the
pitch dark and snuggled down between the soft layers of furs.
She knew what was going to happen; had known with an overwhelming
certainty ever since she had been introduced to Cadillac on the
flight-deck of The Lady.
It was just a question of time. Her whole life had been a voyage of
discovery, but in the past year the pace had accelerated. One
revelation had succeeded another with bewildering speed. It was like
being in a sail-boat driven by a hurricane which preceded a gigantic
storm: a storm that threatened to sweep away the world she had known.
She had learned that Steve was not a true kin-brother.
Neither of them had been born to Annie Brickman. They had been placed
in her care by the First Family. And to the mystery surrounding their
origins had been added another: inexplicably and without warning, her
already extraordinary mental gifts had been expanded, giving her access
to powers that enabled her to warp the perceptions of those around
her.
Through her telepathic link with Steve had come the shared discovery
that they were both Mutes and this had helped to open her mind further,
enabling her to understand that her life had a deeper purpose.
With the deliberate burning of her uniform she had severed all links
with her past, just as Cadillac's previous existence as part of the
Clan M'Call had been consumed by fire.
They both had to begin anew. Together.
As she waited, she stroked her breasts and belly, and pressed down hard
in an effort to contain the love-heat that was building up between her
tightly-closed thighs.
A fleeting shaft of moonlight illuminated Cadillac's glistening body
as he entered the hut on all fours and slid between the furs. There
was a moment's hesitation before he edged into contact then they turned
towards each other, bodies moulding, arms and legs enfolding, as if it
was the most natural thing in the world.
Roz did not possess the detached professionalism of the Thai
body-slaves who with the help of liberal doses of sake had inflamed his
desires in Ne-Issan, but it felt right and it felt good. For both of
them. Each in their own way had loved their former partners but this
was different. Cadillac did not feel overawed as he had when sharing a
bed with Clearwater, and Roz, for her part, was freed from the confused
feelings of shame and desire which had always surrounded her furtive
couplings with Steve. Feelings which, for the last two years, had been
