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under the trees like lice.
        `I'm baking,' gasped Chessie, wishing she could find some shade like them.
        `Take your dress off,' said Bart idly. `Just undo the harness and take it off.
        `Ker-ist,' he said a moment later, as Chessie threw the dress behind her seat. `Oh, Christ.'
        She was only wearing a pair of rose-patterned white pants. The slenderness of her waist emphasized the fullness of her thighs, and her breasts soft and white-gold in the sunshine with the nipples pink and spread. Her cheeks were very flushed, her eyelids drooped over eyes leaden with lust.
        She'd put Victor's bimbo in the shade, thought Bart. She was more beautiful than any of the girls his son Red attracted.
        `Two joysticks,' murmured Chessie, putting her hand on his cock. `I know which one I'd like best.'
        Bart wanted her now, but, even on automatic pilot, making love in a helicopter is not in the flight manual.
        `We're over Victor's land,' he said in amusement. `There's a clearing in the wood where we can land. No one will find us. I'll just tell them I'm going down.'
        `On me I hope,' whispered Chessie.
        Having cleared with flight control, Bart eased the power and headed for the trees. Chessie saw the clearing, a little sage-green disc, cut in half by a winding stream, flanked by willows. There were no houses near by. Switching off, Bart allowed the blades to stop before opening the door and jumping on to the lush green grass. Next moment he'd walked round to the other door, and his arms were deliciously full of Chessie.
        `Jesus, you're lovely,' he murmured, carrying her to the shade of a large oak tree. This time he was going to take it very slowly.
        `Why did you pretend you came before?' he asked, as he laid her gently down in the groin of two huge roots.
        Chessie opened her eyes in terror. `I didn't,' she stammered, `I came beautifully.'
        `Liar!' Peeling down her pants, he slid his fingers into the oily cavern. `That's better. I should put you across my knee for distracting me at nine hundred feet.'
        Instantly, her breath quickened, her eyes went dull, her legs widened ecstatically. So that's it, Bart thought in triumph, she wants to be treated like a naughty little girl. His hand slid to her bottom, exploring gently but persuasively.
        `Is that what you like?' he whispered. `Your butt paddled?' Repelled but wildly excited, Chessie squirmed against him.
        `Ricky's too straight, huh?'
       Chessie nodded helplessly. `I can't talk to him.'
        Slipping his hand under her buttocks, between her legs, he fingered the bud of her clitoris, and felt the flood of wetness as she gasped and came.
        The sun had dropped behind the trees as he pulled out of her for the last time.
        `The skill,' said Chessie, mocking to hide how moved she felt, `is knowing when to get in and when to get out.'
        They didn't talk on the way home. Mist was rising from the river. Bart dropped her off where her car was, at Rubens' Retreat.
        `You're going to be very late. What movie have you been to see?'
    `Gone with the Wind,' said Chessie, `twice round.'
        `I guess this take-over's going to take up so much of my time I won't go to Deauville,' said Bart. Then, getting a jewel box out of his briefcase, `I've got you a present.'
        Chessie wasn't really into costume jewellery, but for paste the diamonds were certainly beautifully set, and looked pretty round her neck in the driving mirror. She supposed the rich didn't dare wear real jewels any more.
        `Thank you,' she said, trying to simulate enthusiasm.
        `Are you going to be able to hide them from Ricky?' asked Bart, cupping her groin with his hand.
        Chessie glanced down.
        `I'd better shove them up there,' she said bitterly. `That's one place Ricky won't look.'

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        As Ricky rode off the field at the end of