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a chance to show it to you, so I’m showing it to you now. Do you like me in it?”
    He reached out for her. She allowed his fingertips to touch her waist before she danced away. “Catch me if you can, Hawk.”
    Only her voice danced back to him. He swore to himself. How could she move so fast?
    “I’m over here Hawk.”
    He ran following her voice, hearing her laughter. “You used to be faster and cleverer at catching me. Look at what I’m wearing now. Do you like my appearance?”
    She was naked.
    “Do you want sex with me Hawk?”
    Passion flashed in him. “Yes. You know I do.”
    “In spite of all the years we’ve known each other you’ve only had sex with me once in a while.”
    “We were separated. Now we’re together we’ll have sex night and day and forever.”
    She held out her arms to him. “Then come and take me.”
    Hawk reached for his belt. As he unbuckled it Erika danced away leaving her laughter and her warm sexual scent behind.
    In a minute Hawk was naked and following her. He thought it would be easy to spot her nakedness among the green trees. But she blended in.
    “Erika. Where are you?”
    A branch moved. He ran to it and heard laughter.
    “Erika. Where are you?”
    Leaves rustled. Hawk turned. It was only the wind.
    “Erika. Where are you?”
    He heard running. A buck deer, beautifully antlered, wild of eye, fleet of foot raced by him at a distance so close he touched it.
    “Erika! Erika! Erika!”
    Splashing sounds came from the lake. Hawk ran to its shore. The swimmer was Erika. She called to him in the siren voice of a nymph.
    “Come in Hawk. The water’s wonderful.”
    Hawk smiled. Resembling a slender Adonis he dived into the water. It caressed and played with him. He stayed underwater until his lungs demanded air. When he surfaced Erika waited for him less than three feet away.
    “You could never catch me, Hawk. So, I’ll stop running from you. Let’s swim.”
    He could swim well, although he was no match for Erika. The wood nymph became a water nymph as she swam playfully around him, laughing and diving and splashing water in his face. She teasingly kissed him just before they swam to the shore.
    “Take me to a tall maple tree, Hawk. Make love to me there. I want to feel you inside me.”
    She was light and frail. Hawk put her down on some long green grass. For a few seconds he rested beside her before they touched, enfolded and consumed each other in erotic flames.
    * * * *
    Connors could not find Hawk. Somehow his young master had given him the slip. It irritated him to no small end to where he mumbled, “Now where in the bloody hell are you, Master Hawk?”
    He searched everywhere in the woods. Normally he would have admired the flora and fauna, enjoyed the brisk walk and perhaps taken Matilda for a ride on the lake in one of the rowing boats. But certainly not today, and most certainly not when he was so worried about young Master Hawk. There was something very strange going on and he was dashed if he could get to the bottom of it. He shook his head in an attempt at trying to rid himself of the feeling of death. Such a feeling had occurred to him, just before the military engagement at Dunkirk which was to haunt him forever. He shuddered, tried to get a grip on himself and decided to inspect the lake again. Master Hawk must be found.
    * * * *
    “Are you awake, Hawk?” Erika asked as she moved her head on his shoulder.
    With closed eyes Hawk put his arms around her. “Of course not, I’m asleep.”
    Erika laughed. “You can’t be. You’re talking to me.”
    “I’m asleep. Hawk O’Brien can do anything, including talk in his sleep. You believe me, don’t you?”
    “Come on silly. Open your eyes and get up.”
    “I’m afraid to.”
    “Why?”
    “In my whole life I’ve never been happier than right now. If I open my eyes I’m afraid you’ll be gone.”
    “No I won’t. I thought you were adventuresome, Hawk.”
    “You’re my adventure, Erika.”
    She