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Chapter 14

The call was to a school in England. To Wendy. When she got the girl on the wire, she did not have to say who she was. Wendy knew at once.

"Darling," she said. "I was praying that you would call me."

There was a long pause and then Mara, her voice, almost hoarse, asked her if she would accept one shilling. "Just answer yes or no dear. If you meant what you wrote in your letter."

There was a long pause and Mara thought the connection across the continent and the Atlantic Ocean had been broken.

Then Wendy's answer came loud and clear across the six thousand miles between them.

"I don't need one shilling. I'll meet you in Burma day after tomorrow. It's the first plane I can get." She said she would cable immediately to get a reservation at the leading hotel in Rangoon.

"I'll be there as soon as I can get on a plane," Mara said.

Three days later she was on the plane flying over the Pacific. In her hands was a copy of the Los Angeles Times discussing the strange death of Allegra Haskell. There was no mention of either Mara or Ruth. The death was put down as either an accident or suicide. The writer noted that an autopsy had revealed that Allegra been drinking heavily before her fall.

Ruth, Mara knew, was in a hospital, still in a catatonic state. When she had visited her the day before she left, Ruth had not even recognized her. But the doctor was optimistic.

"She has had a past history of psychiatric care and this could have resulted from severe emotional traumas though we are not sure what they are. But I think in time, with care and the right therapy she'll be all right."

She fell asleep as she read the paper. When she awakened she could see the coast of Malaya approaching on the horizon. Several hours later she alighted from the plane and within an hour she was at the hotel she and Wendy had agreed upon.

In the privacy of their suite the two girls embraced warmly.

"I already checked the school situation," Wendy said laughing. "They can use two good teachers of English. We'll have to wait a few weeks while the necessary paper work and interviews are over. But there'll be no problem. And I made enough on my last English teaching job to keep us till then."

"I have some money too," Mara said. She looked at the beautiful warm sun outside their window and sighed.

"I never want to go back. I want to stay here forever." Then she brightened. "But there is one place I do want to go back to."

"Where we first made love?" Wendy smiled.

Mara nodded quickly.

"It'll be light for another three hours," Wendy said suddenly. "My car's downstairs, full of petrol."

Mara smiled. "What are we waiting for?"

Half an hour later on the outskirts of the city, the two girls lay in the luxuriant foliage, kissing each other passionately.

As Wendy's lips sought Mara's pussy hungrily, she looked up and laughed.

"I warn you. I haven't eaten all day."

As the English girl's hot, greedy tongue sought out her clitoris Mara felt a wonderful feeling of exaltation. Spreading her thighs out full so that Wendy's mouth could make love to her pussy with all the passion of which she was capable, she sighed.

"I'm so glad you're on a diet, darling."