1 comments/ 10586 views/ 2 favorites Enemy in the Shadows By: coalisland He should have killed her. His first reaction was to do just that. His squad, Red Troop One, had been making their way nervously through the almost impenetrable woods, just outside Armagh. Suddenly, they'd come under fire. No one was injured and their assailants had quickly vanished into the woods. 'Charley?' 'Sarge.' 'This looks as if it's been used as an arms cache. Take the rest of the men, spread out and move northwards. Carefully now. But I think those bastards are long gone now.' Momentarily, he found himself alone. He move forward slowly. There was a large hole in the ground and his guess about an arms cache looked about right. He heard the sound of a twig breaking. He whirled around and brought his M16 up. He saw something move behind a tree. 'Come out now, before I shoot you.' He ground out. A young girl moved out in front of him. This was the moment he should have killed her. Standing orders dictated it. The do-gooders at home in England might not have liked it, but it saved a lot of time in the long run. She was young and she stared, wide eyed at him with fear in her eyes. She lifted her chin proudly, hands clasped in front of her. 'Are you going to kill me?' Staring into those beautiful chocolate brown eyes and juicy lips, one of which was quivering with a fear that couldn't be hidden, he wondered how he possibly could kill her. 'That depends. Put your hands on the trunk of that tree and spread your legs.' She did as he said. She wore a short skirt and sweater. She was almost as tall as him and her dark, wavy hair tumbled carelessly down her back. He pushed his weapon against her back and moved his hand under her sweater. She wore no bra and he could feel the firmness of her breasts under his fingers, and her nipples immediately sprang to attention under the rough skin of his hand. This almost made him forget what he was doing. But not completely. That way led to death. He put his hand under her skirt and felt the softness of her buttocks through the silk of her panties. The area between her legs was warm and he wished they were sharing a hotel room instead of a forest. 'Ok. Turn around. Now, what are you doing here?' 'I was a lookout.' 'What's your name?' 'Riona Mcluskey.' 'Well Riona, if you tell me who was here, I won't shoot you.' 'Well in that case, you're going to have to shoot me.' 'Be sensible girl. Do you want to die?' 'That's a daft question.' 'You're very brave.' 'No. I'm not. I'm scared.' He noticed for the first time that tears were coursing down her cheeks. 'Run.' 'What?' She asked, in surprise, brushing away her tears. 'Run as fast as those beautiful legs will carry you.' There was a almost a smile on her face now as she said 'If I ever get the chance, these legs of mine will open in willing surrender to you. I'm from Dungannon.' She brushed his cheeks softly, and was soon lost in the dense woodland. He heard more twigs cracking as his troop returned. 'Anything?' he asked Charley. 'Nothing Sarge. They could hide in that undergrowth forever.' 'Ok. We'll get back to the rendezvous point and, hopefully back to base. They hid, just off the side of the road, and soon heard the noise of the helicopter. As soon as it had landed, they all scrambled aboard. Chatter broke out immediately among them. It's always a relief when a patrol is finished and you're on the way back to base, particularly when you've made contact with the enemy without loss. Peter didn't join in. His thoughts were still on the girl. He should have shot her, or at least taken her in. If he had taken her in, it would have been the end of her youth. Months in the Crumlin Road Gaol under suspiciously hard interrogation, and then years in prison. Why didn't he? He'd been with many women in his life and there wasn't one that he would've taken the same risk for. Lust had certainly been a part of it. He could still feel her erect nipple under his thumb. The feel of her bottom through the silk of her panties. She'd stared at him so bravely. Ready to die in order to save her companions. And then the tears rolled down her cheeks when she thought she was about to die. But it was much more than that. He was tired of the killing. He'd done his share and now he was going home. Home was his father's estate, Treloske Meadows, Denbury, in deepest Devon. He was due a long leave and this time he was going to take it. His SAS unit had taken part in too many operations in Ulster. Now, they were being stood down, for a well-earned break. The helicopter landed and they made their way noisily to the de-briefing room. Sgt.Walker went to a room on his own. He saluted Col.Rollander and took the proffered chair. 'Well Sgt, anything new to report?' 'Just the exhausted arms dump that I mentioned sir. They opened fire on us, but they were running away at the time. I sent the rest of the troop after them, but in that sort of terrain, it's hopeless. You'd have to fall over them to find them. And it's bloody dangerous.' 'Right, well I believe you're off for a well-earned spot of leave now. Have fun and good luck.' Every time he came home to Treloske, it took his breath away. It's forests and meadows rolling away in the distance. The prize herds in their own field, protected with an electrified fence. It was so English and he'd spend ages, just walking around it. From the electronically controlled gate, it took him twenty minutes in his Mercedes to reach the first sign of the house. It was a magnificent old building, so different from their house on the Dingle Peninsular. Peter had spent the first fifteen years of his life in Eire and the next fifteen here. And he loved both places. His mother and father stood at the open door, waiting for him. Because of his job, reunions were always fraught with emotion. They never knew when they might get the dreaded message from Ulster. They both hugged him, his mother with tears running down her cheeks. Eveline was in her early fifties and she could easily pass for a woman ten years younger. His father, John, was showing some signs of grey in his hair, but was in remarkably good health for his age. They had drinks on the patio and his parents filled him in on all the latest gossip, before he surprised them with a shock announcement. 'I'm thinking of quitting the army.' 'Oh my God. Is it true? That would be the nicest Christmas present anybody ever gave me,' his mother said, with unrestrained joy. 'What's brought this on?' his father asked. 'John!' his wife said, sharply. Don't you dare try to stop him. You know what I've been through all these years. Never knowing from one moment to the next what's happening to him.' 'I know my love,' he said, kissing her, 'all I asked was what brought it on.' 'I'm sorry,' she said, drying her eyes. 'You're not in trouble, are you? Was it something you did?' 'No dad. It's nothing like that. I've just had enough. I'm due a good pension and I'm still young enough to try something else. Where's Jenny, by the way?' 'She's over at Brent farm. I've rung and told her. She should be here soon.' Jenny let out a peal of laughter as Spike lunged at her, only to grab fresh air, as she dodged out of his way. She stopped, hands on hips, legs apart and a grin on her face. She was the adopted daughter of the Walkers, and Peters adopted sister. Spike was a farmhand. A tall man, with blond hair, and lopsided good looks. His powerful, well-muscled body moved with easy grace as he stepped back from her. He had been throwing hay into the loft, bare chested and perspiring, when she'd come across him. She wiggled her finger, daring him to catch her. 'You're getting slow in your old age. There was a time you'd have had no trouble catching me, Spike. Perhaps I should just give myself up to you. We'll be here all bloody day otherwise.' 'Oh I'll catch you alright and before I shag you, I'll spank you so bloody hard, your eyes will water.' He lunged and she dodged yet again. But he'd caught her dress and there was a tearing sound. 'Wait,' She commanded, 'just look what you've done to my dress.' She swung her arm and connected solidly with his face. He saw stars for a moment, but quickly recovered. He grabbed her before she could move out of range and picked her up. 'Put me down, you bloody peasant.' 'Peasant am I? Well we'll see about that,' he said, carrying her like a rag doll to a chair in the corner of the barn. She struggled but he was far too strong for her. He sat down and put her over his knees. 'If you touch me, you pig, I'll get you put away.' He laughed as he flipped her dress up over her back, exposing her bottom. Her legs swung wildly but she was powerless to put up any resistance. 'My, my, what pretty little pink panties we have on today. Now, the question is should they be up or down?' 'Please Spike, I'll be good. I promise,' she begged. He ignored her pleas moved his hands over her panties, and her legs opened for him. He touched the warmth of her pussy and she could feel the coarseness of his hands, sending waves of desire through her. His hand rose up and came down on her bottom. She cried out loud, but he laughed and called her a baby. He put his hands in the waist band of her panties and slowly eased them down to her knees. She struggled, but he stopped her struggles by using his fingers on her pussy. She sucked in her breath and stopped struggling. She was now totally under his control, and she adored her temporary enslavement. As he played with her pussy, she raised her bottom and opened her legs more to give him better access. He found her clit and teased it back and forth. He used his other hand to quickly strip her and then started tweaking her nipples. He removed his hand from her pussy and she cried out in protest. He spanked her gently a few times and then started on her pussy again. As soon as his hand touched her clitoris this time, wave after wave of delicious pleasure swept over her and she squirmed as her orgasm ran through her body. He gently turned her over and sat her on his lap. Her head lay against his bare chest, eyes closed, arms around his neck, as she recovered. He used his finger to gently move a tendril of hair from her face. She licked his chest and tasted the salt of his perspiration. She raised her head, smiled and kissed him and said 'Why, you naughty boy. You're rock hard. Have you been having naughty thoughts?' she asked. He kissed her and said, 'I'd have to be dead to have somebody as delicious as you over my knee and not get naughty thoughts, my love.' 'That's nice. I might even forgive you for tearing my dress for that.' She picked up his hand and ran her lips lovingly over its coarseness and calluses and placed it on her breast. He massaged her breast and then ran his fingers all over her body. From experience he knew that the small of her back, her thighs and the back of her neck were her "you may proceed" spots and he made sure they got plenty of attention. She smiled secretively as her hands ran over his stomach and chest, tweaking his nipples and making him suck in his breath sharply. She could smell the hay that he'd been working with and his own musky smell. He always aroused her, but when she saw him bare chested earlier, she'd felt dizzy with desire. He took her nipple between his finger and thumb, massaging it gently. 'Do you like that, Spike?' 'You know I do.' He said, now taking the same nipple between his teeth. 'If I moved my hand down there, would you be hard?' 'Very. As you know, prick teaser.' Her hand fondled his cock through the worn fabric of his jeans. His panting was more pronounced now. She undid his zip and pulled his pants to one side, and his cock sprang free. 'Goodness me. What have we here?' she asked, with a smile. 'it feels beautiful in my hands. Like silky satin. Look how it moves when my hand's near it. I can hardly get my hand around it -- it's so thick. Do you like it in my hands, Spike?' 'I'd prefer it in your cunt.' He said, gasping and clenching his teeth. 'You are so uncouth, my love. You mean pussy. Why don't you see if my pussy's ready for you Spike.' He put his hand between her thighs. She was warm and very wet and most certainly ready for him. 'What does it feel like Spike?' 'Beautiful and wet and it's been busy.' 'Is that so?' she said, 'some heavy handed yokel took me by surprise. Would you believe he spanked me?' 'He should be flogged. I promise I won't be rough with you.' 'Wait' she said, ' I want you to kneel in front of me. Now, we'll just put this overcoat on your little monster.' He quivered at the feel of her hands sliding the rubber on him. 'We don't won't any little mistakes, do we?' She lay down and said 'Come on then, let's see what you've got.' He took her roughly, one hand grabbed a handful of her hair and the other pinched her nipple, then he spread her legs wide and, guiding his cock between her sticky thighs and her pussy, he moved its tip just inside her. She felt his breath warm and moist on her skin and she thrust her hips upwards towards him. She gave a sigh of pleasure as he lifted her head up and his mouth swooped down to capture hers with a demanding kiss. Parting her lips, for him, she felt the silky texture of his tongue and her own rushed to greet it. She raised herself to meet his kiss . She felt her knees weaken even more as his tongue drew tremors of passion from her. She whimpered soft little cries as she felt the tip of his cock rubbing against her pussy. He used his teeth, first on one nipple and then the other. Their colour changed from a delicate pink to a deeper red. Her legs trembled as, at last, he plunged deeply into her. 'Oh God Spike.' She said as whimpers of desire and passion swept through her. She felt his cock conquering and captivating her. She thrust her hips forwards for more penetration Their panting became louder and her hands clutched at his buttocks and tried to pull him ever deeper. She ran her hand through his hair and her head sank back as wave upon wave of pleasure swept through her whole body. Her nails dug into him as her orgasm swept all through her body, and left her trembling as she felt the spasmodic twitching of his cock as he also came. He kissed her lips and her eyelids fluttered open. 'Oh Spike,' she said, fondling his cheek, 'what would I ever do without you? My bum is sore,' she said artfully. He quickly turned her over and spread tiny kisses all over her bottom. She giggled helplessly until he put her on his lap and she licked the perspiration from his chest. While he held her tenderly and brushed his lips across her forehead, her mobile rang. 'Ignore it.' He said. 'Why? Are you ready for some more?' She giggled. 'Definitely.' 'So, you would plunder me again, would you, my voracious conquistador? Sorry, my love. I have to take this.' 'Hello?' She spoke into her mobile. Really? That's fantastic. I'll be up immediately. My brother's home. The army have given him some leave. So I must love you and leave you. Oh, and by the way, love -- you'll pay for that spanking, I promise you.' She straightened her clothing, gave him a kiss and went to leave the barn. She turned and held her hand out. 'What?' He asked, full of innocence. 'My panties, you tea leaf.' Grinning, he took them out of his pocket and gave them to her. She swiped him round the head with them and then put them on. Chapter 2 When she got within site of the house, she started running. Peter caught her in his arms and swung her round while kissing her. 'Hello handsome soldier boy. Are you spoken for?' 'Yes I am. But I have an adorable sister called Jenny.' 'Don't you dare call me your sister' she said, feigning anger, 'I'm adopted and your parents are my adopted parents. Do you know what that means? It means that we could be lovers if you weren't so pig headed.' 'Let's go up to your room and we can have a chat.' He said, smiling at this familiar tirade. In her room she ran the bath and stripped in front of him. 'Are you trying to tempt me?' He asked. 'No, I know it's a waste of time. You've got this stupid notion that I'm your sister. Anyway, you've seen me naked many times. Come and do my back for me.' He followed her into the bathroom and lathered her back. Afterward she lay in the bath soaking . 'So, how long are you home for this time?' 'A short visit. But then I'll soon be home for good.' 'That's fantastic. You haven't done anything wrong , have you?' 'No. I've just had enough. I'm leaving the army.' 'Wow. I bet mum's chuffed at that news. Now you and I can have some fun together. She got out of the bath and he picked up a white bath towel and dried her. There's something else. I'm bringing a girl back with me, if I can find her.' He explained the problem of finding Riona, but not the circumstances of their first meeting. 'Is she prettier than me?' 'Nobody is prettier than you.' She blew him a raspberry for this. 'Anyway, I don't mind sharing you. Seems fair enough to me.' She held up a pair of panties and said 'What do you think? Soft silky white to match my innocence ' 'Ha! It's been a bloody long time since you were innocent, young lady.' 'You pig' she said, with a sulky look as she pulled them on. 'You should be nice to your sister and protect her.' 'Oh I see. When you want me to be nice, it's ok to be my sister, is it?' She pulled the combs from her hair and it tumbled down over her shoulders. He couldn't help noticing what a tempting site she made, standing there in just a pair of knickers with her hair flowing down and almost covering her breasts. 'Why are you staring at me?' 'I was just remembering how beautiful you are.' She walked over to him, put her hands on his shoulder and said, 'I don't have to remember how handsome you are. I've never forgotten. All the time you're out there, fighting those horrible people, I think of you. I worry about you. I'm glad you're coming out of the army. I won't pretend that I'm happy you've found a girl. But now that I know you're safe, I'll sleep better at night.' He kissed her and said, 'Do you want me to brush your hair?' 'Would you?' she laughed, 'you remember how I used to cry when mum made you brush my hair when we were little?' she handed him the brush, 'I'd love you to brush it.' 'You have lovely hair,' he said, brushing it gently down her back. 'Mm. That feels so good. I bet mum went crazy to see you safe and sound. She worries about you a lot. That Ulster place doesn't sound very friendly. You're not one of those crazy SAS men are you? God, I'd worry a lot if you were.' 'No, I'm not so you can stop worrying. I'm just a lowly sergeant.' 'A sergeant eh? You get to boss people around. I'd love it if you bossed me around.' 'Right. Like I used to tell you to make your bed, and you'd tell me to get stuffed.' 'Ah. Now that depends on the consequences of my not doing what you told me to do. If you were saying you would spank me for not making my bed, it would be much more fun. Seriously Peter, I'm so glad to see you. It seems ages since you were here last. Don't be too long before you're back. Promise?' 'I promise. I miss you too, sis.' She stamped her foot and said 'Don't call me that. And I hope you find your girl.' He flew into Dublin airport, hired a Renault and drove into Dungannon in the early evening. He booked in at the Dunowen Hotel and started his charade as a tourist. After two weeks, he was ready to quit. He was driving through Coalisland, safe haven for the IRA, but he was feeling hungry and tired, so he pulled into the car park of a pub and went inside. They paid him little heed as a pool competition was taking place. When he saw her, he thought his heart had stopped beating. They just stared at each other for a moment. She recovered fast, unwrapping her apron and throwing it behind the bar. She said something to the barman and headed for the door. She signalled with her eyes that he should follow her. Enemy in the Shadows Outside she said 'Quick, just follow me and say nothing.' He followed her to a detached house in a quiet area. She led him into the front room, drew the curtains, lit the fire and switched on the lights. 'I was looking for you.' He said. 'Really? And I've been dreaming of seeing you again ever since that day.' 'I'm sorry about what I did.' 'You mean not shooting me?' She laughed. 'No. I mean about...' 'I know what you mean' she smiled, 'don't fret. You did me no harm. I seem to remember I made you a promise that day.' 'That's not why I came.' 'Why then?' 'To make sure you were all right.' 'Are you married or courting or anything?' She asked. 'No. Nothing like that. I came for you.' 'Really? Because I was wondering -- I've been having this dream where you take me into your arms and kiss me and right now, I would dearly love for you to do just that.' He took her into his arms and ran his hands through her thick, dark hair which, fell in lustrous waves over her shoulders. Her eyes gazed into his and he kissed her. His kiss was surprisingly gentle but it reached the depths of her being. Their tongues gently probed and she moaned softly. She pulled back and said 'The bedroom's upstairs. She took him by the hand and led him there. She stood still while he removed her sweater and thin blouse. Then her skirt. She wore just her panties. Slowly, she remove his clothing. As she removed his pants, she ran her hand over his cock's velvety surface. He picked her up and carried her to the bed. He played with her dark nipples, squeezing them between his finger and thumb. She couldn't miss the musky smell of him as he gently massaged the creamy white peaches of her breasts and she could feel the coarseness of his palms against her skin. He gasped as her hand gently played with his cock. They were both panting and he used his teeth on her nipples again and his hands traced patterns on her belly and down to her thighs. He lifted her slightly and ran his hands over her panties. He twisted them a little and they bunched up tight in her buttocks.. He drew them off slowly. She ran her fingers over his chest and his firm oval pecks. His kiss was more demanding now as his fingers explored the moistness of her inner thighs. He knelt between her legs and played with her pussy lips. His fingers searched inside and she murmured words of passion. His tongue replaced his finger and he found her clit and teased it . She cried out as he placed her legs back on the bed and she groaned in disappointment but as soon as his cock touched her, her groans changed to whimpering. The whimpering turned to pleading at the delay, as he put on a rubber. Because of her moistness, his cock slipped easily into her. As he moved in and out his lips sought hers. She raised herself up to meet his kiss and buried her face against the corded muscles of his chest. He brushed his lips across her forehead and into the little hollow at her throat. His movements quickened and he took the now tender nipple into his mouth again and treated it very gently. Her orgasm swept over her and she trembled with the ferocity of passion that shook her to her very roots. She cried out meaningless words and clung to him, whispering his name. He came very quickly and noisily. She clung to him as his whole body tensed and he collapsed onto the bed. Although still breathing heavily, he took her into his arms and kissed her tenderly. His kisses spread over her body as she sighed with fulfilment and relaxation. She kissed him and leant on one elbow looking down at him. 'I don't even know your name.' She smiled. 'Peter' he said, 'Peter Walker and is yours really Riona?' 'Honest to God. It means 'Queen' would you believe. Were you looking for me or was that just chance?' 'I was looking for you, your majesty!' She hit him playfully. 'Why?' 'I wanted to see you again. I wanted to take you away from here. I kept thinking of you. The way I manhandled you. I hated myself for what I did and for the fact that I enjoyed it.' 'You have to forget all that. You saved my life! If you want to know the truth, if it hadn't been for the fact that I was in fear of my life, I probably would have enjoyed it as well.' 'Whose house is this?' 'My daddy's. He owns the pub you went into. He won't be home till late. I told you I was from Dungannon. But we'd only just moved here, and I got confused because..well, you know.' 'Because I'd scared the life out of you. I can't tell you how sorry I am for that.' 'Tsk. Don't fret. I think saving my life sort outweighs a few liberties with fingers,' she laughed. 'I'd almost given up. I've been looking for you for two weeks. Thank God I found you. Will you come away with me? I'd like for us to get to know each other.' 'Where to?' 'To England. And then maybe Eire.' 'I don't know. I know you can't stay here. But I have my father to think of. Are you still in the Army?' 'You might as well know the worst. I'm in the SAS.' 'Oh Jesus!' 'I'm getting out. I've had enough of all this killing. That's why I want you to come with me. Someone else is going to be pointing a gun at you one day, and they won't be swayed by your beauty.' 'Is that what saved me?' She smiled. 'Not entirely. It was the tears I saw tumbling down your cheeks that did it. But apart from that, many times just lately, I've wondered at the futility of it all. When I saw you, standing so brave, I just couldn't do what I was supposed to do. I wanted to take you in my arms and cuddle you. Some hot shot SAS man I am.' 'Shush. Don't be upsetting yourself. I think you're a hero. What's in England for us?' 'My father's estate and a very large house. He lives with my mother and it's safe there. He's a sir, by the way.' 'Really? Is he rich?' 'He is, but not as rich as I am at this moment with you in my arms.' 'Oh you smoothy,' she grinned, putting her arms around him, 'and what's in Cork?' 'A nice house on the Dingle Peninsula. Fantastic views. You'll love it.' 'Hey, that sounds lovely. Why do you want to go to England?' 'Tie up loose ends. I'd like you to meet my family. I think you'll like them. I know they'll love you.' 'That's very sweet of you. You can sleep here tonight. Daddy never comes into here. I'll have a word with him later on. I don't know what he's going to say.' 'Can't you say you're going to a friend's house for a few days? Then we can go to England and I'll pay for his fare over to explain everything.' 'I could. But I'm sure if I told Daddy about you saving my life, he wouldn't say anything.' 'We can't risk it. I'd sooner you stick with the friends idea.' 'Ok then. We'll see how it goes.' 'I'm assuming a lot. If you don't won't to come with me, just say?' 'Don't be silly. Of course I want to go with you. But we'll see how we get on together before we make any commitment. Is that ok?' 'It might be dangerous.' 'If I stay here, life's a bloody site more dangerous. But that's not why I'll come with you. I'll come with you because I like you and you came for me.' 'Good enough. Tell me something, why do you do it?' 'What?' 'The IRA.' 'From time to time, they ask me to act as a lookout. If I refused, they'd boycott Daddy's pub and he'd have to close down.' 'So, blackmail then. What do you say, will you come to England with me?' 'Kiss me while I make up my mind.' 'Daddy, can you spare me for a few days? I'd like to visit Molly in Dublin.' 'Why the sudden urge to visit your sister?' 'Just that I haven't seen her for a while and I haven't had a break for a long time.' 'Of course you can. Go today if you want to.' 'Thanks daddy.' She kissed him and said 'are you going anywhere this morning?' 'I'm going to the pub do some cleaning as you're going away. Why?' 'Just curious.' She cooked breakfast for both of them and waited until her father had left. Finally, she called Peter down. 'Jesus Riona, the smell of that bacon cooking, nearly sent me crazy. I'm starving.' 'I'm sorry,' she said, kissing him. 'Couldn't be helped. I thought Daddy was never going out. Sit down and I'll do you a quick fry up. We'd better get moving then.' Peter pulled his car up outside the house and Riona came out with a case and got in. 'What about your sister? Will she verify your story if your father phones her?' 'She will. I told her I'd met this gorgeous man who'd swept me off my feet and we were going off for a dirty week end.' 'Good. I reserved tickets to Gatwick from George Best Airport. We'll be in London in about three hours. No regrets?' 'Not as long as you're by my side. What will your parents make of me?' 'They'll love you.' 'The way I love you,' she said. 'Do you?' 'I told you. You're my hero. You frightened the life out of me when you captured me in the forest. And then, as soon as I realised I was still alive, my heart melted and I've dreamed of you ever since. Sometimes quite naughty dreams.' 'And did the real thing meet your expectations?' 'It surpassed them a million times over.' 'Good. I spent ages looking for you. I couldn't do it openly, for obvious reasons and I'd given up and was on my way to the airport when I stopped at your dad's pub. Here we are. Thirty minutes to flight time.' As they circled Gatwick he said 'There's another member of my family I forgot to mention. My sister. Well, strictly speaking, Jenny's not my sister. My parents adopted her when she was a baby. But as far as I'm concerned, she's my sister. She's a bit...how can I put this? Outrageous I suppose. She's a lovely girl, but don't be surprised at anything she says. She's always flirting with me but it's just in fun.' 'Really? She sounds interesting. How old is she?' 'She's twenty three and I'm twenty eight.' 'You're not worried, are you?' She asked. 'No, of course not' he said, kissing her 'I just want you two to get on.' 'I'm sure we will. But she's not really a relation of yours, is she? That must have been strange. Were you ever tempted?' 'Many times. You'll understand what I mean when you meet her.' 'Mm. Sounds like I have competition.' Chapter 3 They picked up a hire car at Gatwick and, after a two hour journey, including a toilet break, they arrived at Treloske. 'Oh my God!' Riona said, completely taken aback by the size of the estate. As they pulled up at the house, his parents and Jenny came out to meet them. Jenny ran over and kissed him as if she hadn't seen him for years. 'Folks, this is Riona, Riona, this is my sister, Jenny, and this is my mum and dad.' 'Such a beautiful name.' Eveline said. 'Thank you, Mrs.Walker.' 'Oh please. That makes me sound ancient. Call me Eveline and my husband is John.' 'So' John said, 'How long have you two known each other?' 'A while, dad. We met at an army disco in Lisburn.' 'And do your parents know you're in England, Riona?' he asked. 'No, not yet. My mother's dead. It's just me and daddy. I'm going to phone him and let him know. We live in a bad area and if I'd told him I was going out with a soldier he would have got upset.' 'And don't you think he's going to be upset now?' Eveline asked. 'He will be at first, but he'll come to know that it's for the best.' 'Were you in danger where you live?' 'I was already in danger but if anybody knew I was involved with a soldier, I'd be facing a death sentence.' Eveline gasped and said 'Then you must stay here as long as you like. We'll speak to your father as well, so that he knows you're in no danger here.' 'That's very kind of you. Thank you.' 'Peter, you really must do what you said you were thinking of doing. Ulster's no place for you and Riona now. Even before Riona came on the scene, I was praying that you'd leave the army.' 'You're right. Ulster's a very dangerous place for anyone, especially in the SAS.' Riona said. 'What!' Eveline said, aghast, 'Peter, you're in the SAS? Why didn't you tell us this?' 'Oh God. I'm sorry. I put my foot right in it. I didn't realise you didn't know. Peter..' 'It's alright,' he said, putting his arm around Riona, 'it had to come out sooner or later. Mum, Dad and Jenny, I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to worry too much. I am in the SAS and, at the end of my leave, I'm leaving the army. In the meantime it's best that you keep this to yourselves.' 'Absolutely.' John said. 'Jenny, would you show Riona up to her room, so that she can unpack?' Eveline said. 'Sure. I'll put her in one of the spare rooms.' 'No you won't. Put her in my bedroom. Please.' Peter said. Jenny poked her tongue out at him and said 'Come on Riona, I'll show you the way. God help anyone who has to share a room with Peter.' 'How about we show you the local nightlife? We have the local pub, which is nice and there's a sort of night club here, Nothing to write home about, but it's better than nothing. What do you say?' Jenny asked, while Riona was unpacking. 'I'd love it. That's if Peter wants to go.' 'Oh no. That's the wrong attitude. We don't ask, we tell him he's going.' 'I'm not sure I want to start trying to boss him around.' 'Well you don't have to. You've me to do that. I'll get Spike to come with us. He's my spare, for when I haven't got anyone better lined up.' 'Sure, that's an awful thing to say!' 'Shocked you have I?' Jenny laughed, 'Nah. Spike's ok. He's a good lad, but I have to keep him in his place.' Riona asked, 'Do you flirt with Peter in front of his parents?' 'Good God no! Anyway, what makes you think I flirt with him?' 'Your eyes are flirting with him all the time.' Riona said. 'Ach. It's just messing about. We've been doing it since we were very young.' 'He's very fond of you, isn't he?' Riona asked. 'He is, so you'd better treat him right, because I'm very fond on him too.' Peter, Spike and the two girls went to the front of the queue at the Capitano, Denbury's only night club. Jenny approached one of the bouncers, and, after showing lots of cleavage and whispering in his ear, they were ushered inside. They could barely breath at first, the atmosphere was thick with smoke. Apparently the non-smoking rule was ignored at the Capitano. Making their way through the crowd of dancers, they found a table in the corner and Spike went to get the drinks while they settled in. The floor was crowded with people doing their thing to the cacophony of sound coming from the DJ's turntable. Riona was awestruck by it all. 'God. I haven't seen likes of this before.' 'We have much better in the big towns, but this is not bad for such a small place. Ah Spike, and you remember my crisps. You're an angel.' She kissed him as he dropped several packets of crisps on the table. Peter and Riona got up for a dance and Jenny watched them for a moment. 'What do you think of her?' Jenny asked. 'She's very nice. How did they meet?' 'At a disco, funnily enough. So "nice" - what does that mean?' 'Just what I say. Nowhere near as nice as you, of course.' 'Is the right answer.' She laughed. 'And what about you?' 'How do you mean?' 'You came into my life not four months ago and we know nothing about you. You're an educated man. What are you doing labouring on an estate like ours?' 'I like to travel around.' 'Come on! That's no answer at all.' 'Ok. You caught me out. The truth is I saw you pinning up the notice on the board at the little shop. You were wearing a dress nearly as short as the one you're wearing now and when you stretched up, I could see your beautiful legs almost up to your bum. I got a real stork on just looking at your legs. You jumped into your car before I could talk to you. I looked at the notice and decided that was the job for me.' 'Oh I think you just earned some brownie points.' She leaned over and kissed him. 'Hey you two' Peter said, as he and Riona came back. 'No snogging in public.' Terri Bishop watched the two couples from her table and smiled. It looked like this job was going to be a lot easier than she'd expected. In a way, that disappointed her. She liked to have a little fun with her victims. Still, a job was a job and when the people she was working for gave instructions, they had to be carried out to the letter. Still, it would be nice to have a session with the one called Jenny. Not the Irish bitch. She was living on borrowed time. She'd seen Jenny at the barn doorway one afternoon with someone, probably the labourer. Cheeky cow, standing there, putting her knickers on. Brazen as hell. Unfortunately, she wasn't the target. Ah well maybe another day. She knew they would be going back to the estate from here, so there was no point in following them. Following the SAS thug would be a waste of time. He'd have her sussed out in no time and she be dead and hidden somewhere in double quick time. No, there was plenty of time. She couldn't touch them here, not while they were all together. She had to wait until she could get her target alone. After they left, she made her way to the detached house she'd hired. It had a garage with an electronically operated door. Perfect for her purposes. She'd leased it for six months, but she'd be away from here long before then. She made herself a coffee and while she drank it she thought of Jenny, standing , and putting her knickers on and smiling at someone, surely her lover? Probably the one called Spike. It was very erotic and she couldn't help thinking that sometimes there were hidden bonuses to this job. When the taxi dropped them off, they all went into the parlour. Jenny made some coffee and they settled down in front of the fire. They chatted for a while and Riona said, 'That was a lovely evening. I haven't enjoyed myself so much for ages. Thank you all.' 'It was our pleasure. You'll have lots more evenings like that. Better, in fact. We normally go in to Exeter. Now there're some really fancy clubs there. You'll love it. Talking about love, come Spike. It's time for us to go to bed.' Peter lay in bed, watching Riona undress. Already, he'd learned it was a sight that never failed to give him the urge for sex. It didn't take her long. She just pulled her dress over her head and she was down to her red panties and he said, 'No. Stop like that for a minute.' She looked at him, curiously for a minute, 'Come over here please.' She went over to him, 'now turn around.' He ran his hands over her buttocks and lay his face against the soft cushion of her bottom. 'Do you know, you have the sexiest bottom of any woman I've ever seen.' She laughed and said 'I thought I'd done something wrong and you were going to smack my bottom for a minute.' 'No, I nearly killed you once. I'll never hurt you, I promise.' As he slipped her panties off she said 'Peter, I owe you my life. You didn't kill me and you're under no obligation to me..' She gasped as his fingers found her pussy and rubbed it gently. Her eyes closed and she put her hands on his head, ruffling his hair and smiling. He effortlessly picked her up and swung her over beside him. He opened the draw of the bedside cabinet and after taking a condom out of its packet gave it to her. She took it and slid down between his legs. As she grasped his cock, he gasped. She lowered her head and licked the tip of it. Then she took it into her mouth and moved up and down on it. He groaned and thrashed around on the bed. She would slow down and then increase her speed. Then she would just lick the tip and run her tongue around the ridge until he gripped her hand and said, 'Now' he said, 'Quickly, put it on.' 'It's so beautiful' she said, as she slowly peeled the soft, cool latex onto his cock. She could smell his man smell as she guided his cock towards her pussy. She used it to prod at her pussy lips for a moment and he groaned. She smiled and deliberately avoided penetration. As his groans became more pleading, she lowered herself and they both cried out as he sank into her. Enemy in the Shadows She bent down and fed her nipple into his waiting mouth. He could smell the lavender of her shampoo as he swapped to the other nipple and massaged her breasts. As she sat up and moved up and down with more determination, he whispered her name. She smiled as his groans became ever more beseeching. She bent down and kissed him hungrily. He ran his hands through the thick silken lushness of her hair. She felt his body start to stiffen and she slowed down. He cried out in frustration, but she wanted him for longer. He allowed her delaying tactics for just a moment or two and then he effortlessly reversed their positions. She felt waves of contentment as her orgasm swept over her. She felt his body stiffen as he came. He clung to her as he felt the full force of his climax. They lay, limp and spent, but a marvellous feeling of languor swept over them. After a short recovery, he covered her body with tiny kisses and held her in his arms. 'Peter, darling.' 'Hm?' 'Where are we going?' 'Are you unhappy?' 'God no. I've never been so happy. I just want to know what the future holds for us. Are we staying here or what?' Taking her into his arms he said 'We have to wait awhile to make sure nobody is looking for you. I know your father said everybody had swallowed the story of your going to Scotland for a temporary job, but we have to be sure. Now that I've found you, I'm going to make good and sure that no harm will come to you. Is that ok?' 'Perfectly. I love you.' 'And I love you.' 'Daddy darling, are you playing golf today?' 'Jenny' he smiled, 'when you call me 'daddy' I know you want something. What is it, my pet?' 'I just wondered if I could have the Range Rover today? I've to do some shopping and I need lots of space for whatever I buy.' 'In that case, yes, of course you can have it.' 'Mm. Thanks' she said, hugging him and kissing him. 'and I call you Daddy darling because you are a darling and you are my daddy and I love you very much. Perhaps Riona would like to come with me?' 'No,' Peter said, sharply, 'it's too soon.' 'Alright. There's no need to bite my head off. I was only being friendly.' 'I know, and I'm sorry about that. I just want to make sure it's safe for Riona to go out into the open like that. Am I forgiven,' he asked, hugging her. 'Of course, brother dear,' she smiled, sweetly. Chapter 4 Terri swore loudly as she followed the Range Rover into Exeter. It should've been the ideal opportunity. Jenny was on her own. Unfortunately, workmen had started painting the house opposite hers and it would be far too risky to take Jenny into her house while they were perched a few yards away.' Shit', she swore, over and over. She decided to follow anyway. She wouldn't have if Peter had been with her, but Jenny on her own was an easy observation job and there was always a chance that she might learn something useful. Jenny was a good driver and drove very fast, but Terry, in her specially souped up Peugeot, kept up easily. It was raining and this helped a lot. Visibility to the rear was severely limited in the rain. Not that she was worried that Jenny would spot her. If she did, she would just kill her. Killing her for self-protection was alright. She didn't really want to do that though. It would be much more interesting to take her alive, have some fun and then kill her. 'Dam you Jenny. I want you badly and I can't get you out of my head.' But she could be patient. She'd had to be when she was on an observation task in Ulster. Days at a time in a muddy hole in a field, watching a house. Most of the time, nothing came of it, but it still had to be done. No toilet facilities there. If you wanted a pee, it went into a small container. Defecating was not to be recommended, because whatever was passed had to stay with you until the job ended. But she was good at her job. With a sniper rifle, she was deadly accurate and kept a note of all her kills. But no rifle would be used this time. It was a difficult job, but when she'd completed it, she could retire. She parked at the opposite end of the car park to Jenny and followed her into the shopping centre. After an hour, she was extremely bored. She'd been in so many lingerie shops behind Jenny and she was sick of the site of frilly knickers and sexy nightwear. Although if Jenny were wearing them, that would make them much more interesting. At last, a coffee break. And then Terri saw something that she couldn't explain. A man came and joined Jenny. They seemed to know each other and talked for some time. Her doing most of the talking and him listening. Teri didn't like the unknown or unexplainable. It spelt danger. Thank God she'd decided to follow Jenny. Now she knew there was another player. He could have nothing to do with the job. But why was Jenny meeting him here? A lover, perhaps? She didn't think so. Not from his age and not from the body language. Jenny ordered another coffee, so did Terri. The other player left. Now Terry had a decision to make. Follow the new player or stay with Jenny? She decided on Jenny. Nothing of note happened after that. Jenny went back to her car and, drove back to Denbury, followed by Terri. 'Are you in love with Peter?' Jenny and Riona were sitting on the patio, taking advantage of the weak sunshine. 'I think so. Why do you ask?' Riona said. 'Think so? That doesn't sound very positive.' 'Are you in love with Spike?' 'Good God, no!' 'Why do you go with him then?' 'Because he's the most delicious shag I've ever had. Mind you, I've never had Peter. Maybe he'd be better. What do you think? Mind you, you've never had Spike, so you wouldn't really be able to give an unbiased opinion. How about if I arrange for you and Spike to get it on? Then we could compare notes. What do you say?' 'You're brother said you were outspoken. I can see what he meant.' 'I wish you wouldn't keep calling him my brother. He's not.' 'What were you like as children?' 'Always fighting. But he was my hero. Always looking after me. If I injured myself, he'd kiss it better. Woe betide anybody at school who upset me. My big brother would sort them out. At that time, I accepted him as my brother. As we grew up, I began to see him in a different light. I've had to get used to that. It's very difficult sometimes, but I respect his principals. That doesn't mean I wouldn't jump into bed with him given the chance. But I just have to make do with having him for a brother and not a lover. He's never brought a girl home before. You must be very special. I wonder why? You're very attractive. You have beautiful eyes, a lovely face, but why? I think there's something special between the two of you and I can't figure out what it is. I know he's worried about your safety, but it isn't just that. Why don't you tell me? Please?' 'There's nothing to tell.' Riona said, returning to her book. 'Ok. Tell me how you met?' 'Peter's told you at a disco in Lisburn.' 'Tell me what his first words to you were.' 'Run.' 'What?' 'What am I talking about? He said something about the DJ.' 'Run? How strange. And you're blushing. Very pretty but it means you've told a porky. Come on, tell me why he told you to run.' 'He didn't. I was dreaming for a minute.' 'Dreaming my arse. Sod this. I'm going to have a drink. Would you like one?' 'No thanks. When will your parents be back?' 'No telling. Once they get on that golf course, they could be away for ages. Why do you ask?' 'I was thinking of cooking something for dinner.' 'Ye Gods! Don't tell me. You're a bloody Cordon Bleu chef as well as everything else.' 'Why do you dislike me?' 'I don't. I dislike the fact that you have something I want and can never have.' 'Peter?' 'No. Fucking Santa Claus! Of course Peter.' 'Can't you be happy for him?' 'I'm trying. Look, just ignore me. I'm a miserable cow. Come on. I'll show you were everything is in the kitchen.' Surprisingly, they got on well after that. Jenny gave Riona a tour of her wardrobe. She was always buying new things. They agreed to try and persuade Peter to let them go shopping soon so that Riona could get some new clothes. She'd had to be selective with her packing when she left Ulster. Then they both went into the kitchen and Riona educated Jenny is the mystery of cooking quick, tasty food. Peter returned from his tour of the grounds to the sound of laughing and giggling in the kitchen. 'Oh now look. Here's a tall dark stranger come to ravish us' Jenny cried out. 'If anyone came to ravish you, you'd run towards him. Not away.' 'You see, Riona? That's how my darling brother talks to me. Listen Peter, this girl of yours has hardly any clothes with her. Would you please let us go and do some shopping tomorrow? If you do, she promises to get some seriously sexy lingerie for you to tear off of her.' 'It should be alright. I'll come with you.' 'Oh no. You'd spoil it. You're so impatient. Surely the danger's passed now? You can't keep a lovely girl like Riona buried away here forever.' 'Ok then. If that's what you want, Riona?' 'It would be nice to get out for a while and I do need some new clothes and girly things.' 'Ok. I'll give you my credit card but whatever you do, don't give it to this minx. She'd have me bankrupted. Something smells nice. What is it?' 'It's a mousaka that I made for you.' Jenny said. 'Yeah right. Ask a silly question..' 'No, it's true' Riona said, 'we made it together, and now Jenny knows how to do it on her own.' 'Oh yes. I can do it on my own, but I'd much rather a man did it for me.' She said, with a wicked grin. 'Jenny, you're so crude. Dad should have spanked you when you were little. Too late now, you're beyond redemption.' 'Oh I don't know. A good spanking now and then might help. Of course, it would depend who was doing the spanking.' 'No. I have a better idea.' 'You wouldn't.' 'Oh yes, I would.' He grabbed hold of her and tickled her. In no time at all, she was a quivering wreck, begging for mercy. 'Do you promise to behave.' He demanded. 'I do, I do,' she pleaded. 'I'll be good. Just don't tickle me anymore.' Relenting, he helped her up off the floor. Sat around the table to a meal that they'd both prepared, Jenny asked, 'What were the first words you spoke to Riona? Riona, no cheating. Let's see if he can remember without your help.' 'I can't remember.' 'Was it 'run'?' 'I shouldn't have thought so.' He said, carrying on with his meal. 'Mm. The mystery deepens. I'm going to have a bath. Will you come up and do my back, Peter?' 'No Jenny, I won't. What mystery?' 'Indeed! What mystery. Anyway, you bathed me the other day, so why not? Oh right, that was before Riona arrived.' She laughed as she left the room. 'Is it true?' 'What? That I scrubbed her back? Yes it's true. We've seen each other naked since we were children.' 'You're not children now and you should know that she's in love with you.' 'Don't be daft. She's my sister.' 'No darling, she's not. I just don't want to see her hurt. Or you.' 'You're worrying over nothing. She's a sensible girl under all that bravado. That was a lovely meal. Shall we take the remains of this wine up to our room? I've been thinking of you all day. I want to take you upstairs and take that lovely dress off of you.' 'Oh?' She said, smiling. 'and then what would you do?' 'Well, you haven't got a bra on, so I would tease your nipples till they were proud and standing up.' 'Peter, please,' she said, in a pleading voice, 'let's go up and do it. You've got me all hot and bothered!' They had a good day in Exeter. They'd visited just about every women's fashion shop and shoe shops in town. They relaxed in a cafe with coffee and pastries. 'Tell me about Spike.' 'Why?' Jenny grinned, 'do you fancy him?' 'No, he just doesn't seem the type to be a farm labourer. How long as he worked for you?' 'Not long. About three months. We put a notice in the local shop. He saw it and applied for the job. I did the interview and guess what? He passed.' She let out a peal of laughter, 'and I've got to tell you, it's not just labouring he's good at.' 'Tell me about you?' 'You already know about me. I was fostered and then adopted by Eveline and John.' 'And what do you do on the farm?' 'Just about everything. We have some other helpers but we don't need them at this time of the year.' 'So, if you've only had Spike for a few months, how come he's not been released like the other workers?' 'Is that a serious question?' she asked with a laugh. 'I told you, I run the farm. Now, try to imagine why I didn't release Spike.' 'Ah.' 'Precisely. Look, I'm sorry I had a go at you yesterday. If you want the truth, it gets a bit lonely sometimes. It's really nice to have another girl to talk to for a change. And in spite of what it looks like, I do like you.' 'That's ok,' Riona said, 'I like you too.' They touched hands briefly. 'Right. I think we've done just about all the decent shops in Exeter, are you ok or do you want to continue?' 'No. I'm fine. Let's go home. Terri was getting ever more frustrated. The workman opposite had gone now. But none of the possible targets were ever around on their own. The one called Spike came in on his own some times, but she was wary of him. There was something about him. He was a big powerful man. That didn't worry her. She'd had big powerful men at her feet, begging for mercy many times before, but he looked as though he might be a handful. She had to go into Exeter and that was causing her heart to beat faster. She'd been sent a text message that a meeting was vital as instructions had been changed. It wasn't the change of instructions that was exciting her. Her controller, Natalya, had been her lover almost from the first day she'd thrown in her lot with the IRA. When it was a question of duty, Natalya was rigid in her role, but outside of duty, their love was as strong as any heterosexual love affair could be. Just seeing Natalya would be a bonus. If they managed to have some time for themselves, well that would be an ever bigger bonus. She had a shower and checked her wardrobe. Her choice was limited. In her job you didn't carry excessive baggage. She settled on the only decent lingerie she had, black panties and a matching bra that supported, and enhanced her more than adequate bust. This, and a blue dress with a hemline that left little to the imagination, would have to do. She did have a pair of strappy sandals which would suit the occasion. She looked at herself in the mirror and was surprised at how well she'd scrubbed up. The minimum amount of makeup sufficed and she was ready to face Exeter's finest. The Railway Hotel was a lot posher than its name suggested. Her Peugeot looked a bit out of place among the more upmarket vehicles in the car park. 'Hi, I'm here to visit Ms.Kominsky' 'Certainly Madame. You're expected. Please go straight up. It's room 214 on the second floor. The lift is just over there.' Terri stopped for just a moment in front of 214, anticipating the sheer joy of seeing Natalya again. Finally, she entered and was swept up into the arms of the person she'd been missing so much. Enfolded in her arms, she placed her hands on Natalya's cheeks and smiled. Their lips met and the lovely softness of their touch was only eclipsed when their tongues met and danced together. She felt Natalya's hands on her bottom and returned the compliment. 'My darling Pushka, you look so beautiful, and such a lovely little dress. A pity we shall have to take it off. But first I must give you a drink,' In bed, Natalya said, 'There's been a slight change of plan. You have two targets now. You must take our this SAS man, Peter Walker, as well as the girl. Can you do that?' 'Of course. No problem at all.' 'You're so confident, that's what I love about you. Now, business is finished and it's time for us to enjoy ourselves,' she said, picking something up from the bedside table. 'What's that?' Terri asked, smiling. 'It's honey. Not just any honey. This is pure honey and how apt is that for my darling Terri?' She squeezed the container until a small globule of honey appeared which she carefully brushed onto Terri's engorged nipples. She then sucked gently, gradually licking up the honey and, at the same time, leaving Terri whimpering with the sensual feelings invading her body. Her belly button got similar treatment. Natalya gently teased her legs apart and at the first touch of her fingers, Terri orgasmed for the first time. She watched, jaw clenched, as Natalya gently rubbed honey around her pussy and inner thighs. She cried out meaningless words as Natalya's tongue licked gently. When Natalya paused, she thrust her thighs up in frustration.' Natalya laughed, and said, 'What's up, my little Pushka? Do you want more?' 'Please, please...' Terri gasped, her body thrashing from side to side. Her desperate pleas were answered. She lost count of how many times she'd orgasmed. But now she decided she wanted take Natalya to the same heights she'd been taken to. Natalya's breasts were larger than her own and she was in heaven having been let loose on them. Afterwards, they lay side by side, holding hands. 'Can we get together for a while when I've finished this job?' Terri asked. 'Of course. It's sorted. We'll get off to the States for a while. Live it up till your next job.' 'I'm retiring. We can be together all the time.' 'My beautiful Terri, I've heard that so many times. You'll never retire. I love you dearly, but let's be realistic -- you enjoy your job. You enjoy killing. I wished it wasn't so, but it is.' 'I love you Natalya, I'll do anything to be with you all the time.' 'And I love you. We'll see what happens after you've finished this job. Now, I have some more honey here and I seem to remember there was a particular place...yes, yes,' she laughed as Terri curled over and moaned. 'That's the spot,' she said, coating the area with honey, before dipping her head between Terri's thighs. Chapter 5 'Peter?' 'Yes, love?' 'Can we go somewhere?' 'What's wrong, are you getting restless, darling?' 'Just a bit. It's stifling staying here all the time. I know we have to be careful, but couldn't we go out from time to time? You don't think you're being too cautious?' 'No, love, I don't. But I'll tell you what, if nothing happens in the next couple of days, we'll get something together. Perhaps go to Spain or somewhere like that.' 'That would be lovely,' she said, putting her arms around him and kissing him. She couldn't believe how lucky she'd been. Meeting such a nice considerate person and falling in love with him. It was like a fairy tale. 'Come on, you two. It's like watching two rabbits eyeing each other up. If you don't stop it, I'll pour a bucket of water over the pair of you,' Jenny said, sitting down beside them. Riona poked her tongue out at her and Peter said, 'Your just jealous.' 'You're dead right there, brother. You'd think a girl like me would have no trouble finding a man when she wanted him, wouldn't you?' 'What about Spike?' You know something, my darling Peter? You're right. Maybe I've been looking for something that's been right under my nose all along.' She kissed Peter and sashayed off to find Spike. The SAS teach their men many secrets. Some of them quite deadly. But they also teach observation. It was just a glance -- a face seen in the crowd. Momentarily ignored by the memory. But suddenly that face brought up a terrible vision. This face, the one he'd caught a glimpse of in a crowd, brought back memories of death and destruction. He searched all over for that vision, but it was gone. Perhaps he'd been wrong, but he didn't thinks so. He trusted his feelings and he suddenly felt terribly afraid. Not for himself, but for someone who'd become so dear to him.