Rage

'You are a marvelous brother,' Isabella shouted and leaned across to kiss Sean. 'You don't preach to me." 'It's your life, Bella baby, you enjoy it - and call me if anybody tries to stop you." She perched on Lothar's knee and nuzzled his neck. Sean's partner had collapsed, and he laid her out full length on the padded bench, with her head in his lap, while he and Lothar sat with their shoulders touching and talked seriously. The music blanketed their voices, so that from farther than a few feet nobody could overhear them.

'Do you know that you still have a rather prominent billing in the police files?" Lothar asked.

'It does not come as any great surprise,' Sean admitted.

'You don't mind taking a chance, do you?" Lothar smiled. 'I like your nerve." 'From what I know and see, I'd say that you are a fairly nerveles customer yourself,' Sean gri

'I could make sure that your file disappeared,' Lothar offered.

'In exchange for a little something or other, no doubt?" 'Naturally,' Lothar agreed. 'You get nothing for nothing." 'And all you get for a pinch of dung is a cloud of flies,' Seal laughed, and refilled the whisky glasses. 'What do you want fran me?" 'If you were to act as an intelligence agent for the bureau for stat.

security - our man in Rhodesia - we might forget about your littl indiscretions." 'Why not?" Sean agreed instantly. 'Anything for a laugh and livin dangerously is half the fun." 'Do stop being so boring, you two,' Isabella cried, strokin Lothar's cheek. 'Come and dance with me." Sean's partner sat up groggily and blurted, 'I'm going to be sick/ 'Emergency,' said Sean. He hauled her to her feet and hustled heJ through to the tiny women's room.

There were two other females fussing over the single wash han basin, and they squealed demurely.

'Don't worry about us, ladies." Sean pushed his partner into the cubicle and aimed her at the toilet bowl. Noisily she got shot of who!

was troubling her and then straightened up and gri

'How are you feeling?" 'I feel better now." 'Good, let's go somewhere and ball." 'Okay,' she said, perking up miraculously. 'That's what I've been waiting for the whole evening." Sean stopped beside Lothar and Isabella on the crowded floor.

'We are cutting out of here - something just came up, if you will pardon the expression." 'I'll call you at Weltevreden' some time tomorrow,' Lothar said.

'Just to arrange the details." 'Don't make it too early,' Sean advised and gri

'See you later, Bella Bu

'Perish the thought." Sean picked up his partner and carried her down the stairs.

Isabella made one more circuit of the floor, just to let Sean get clear, then she murmured, 'That's enough dancing for one night let's go." Lothar had never seen a woman drive with Isabella's skill and flair. He relaxed in the passenger seat and watched her. Despite the long day and its excesses, she was still dewy fresh as a rosepetal and her eyes were clear and sparkling.

She was the first English girl he had ever been with, and her free and forthright ma

Isabella drove straight through the intersection of Paradise Road and Rhodes Drive.

'You've missed the turn to Weltevreden,' he pointed out, and she gave him a brief impish grin.

'That's not where we are going. From here you are in my hands, Lothar De La Rey." They followed the coastal road from Muizenberg around the bay, through the deserted streets of Simonstown, the British naval base, and then on towards the tip of the continent.

Where the road skirted a high cliff above the sea, Isabella pulled the Alfa off the road and cut the engine.

'Come on,' she ordered, took his hand and led him to the edge of the cliff. The dawn was turning the eastern sky to lemon and orange, and far beneath them the cliffs were folded upon themselves to form a sheltered bay. 'It's so beautiful here,' Isabella whispered. 'One of my favourite places." 'Where are we?" Lothar asked.

'It's called Smitswinkel Bay,' she told him, and led him by the hand to the start of the steep pathway that descended the cliff.

At the bottom a narrow horse-shoe of silver sand surrounded the bay, and above the beach a few locked and shuttered shacks were crammed against the foot of the cliff. The dawn light filtered down, soft and pearly, and the waters of the bay glowed with the misty sheen of moonstones.

Isabella kicked off her shoes and walked down to the water's edge, and then without looking round at him she slipped her dress off her shoulders and let it drop to the sand. Beneath it she wore only a pair of silk and lace panties. For a long moment she stood staring out across the bay and her back was long and shaped like the neck of a lovely vase, the beads of her spine just showed beneath skin that was pale and lustrous as mother-of-pearl. Then she stooped to pull the panties down to her ankles, and stepped out of them.

She was naked and Lothar's breathing caught in his throat as he watched her walk slowly down to the water's edge, her hips rolling in time to the lazy pulse of the ocean. She walked out until she was waist-deep and she lowered herself until only her head was above the surface. Then she turned and looked back at him. The challenge and the invitation were as clear as if she had called them aloud.

Lothar undressed as unhurriedly as she had done. Naked, he walked into the bay and she rose to meet him, the waters streaming from her bare shoulders down her breasts, and she lifted her arms and placed them around his neck.

She teased him with her tongue, letting him explore the warmth and softness of her mouth, and she gave a little purring chuckle as she felt how much he wanted her.

The sound goaded him and he lifted her in his arms and carried her out beyond her depth. She was forced to cling to him, and her body was weightless. He handled her like a doll and she offered no resistance. His strength seemed limitless - it made her feel helpless and vulnerable, but she was grateful for his patience. To hurry now would spoil it all. She wanted this to be something far beyond the frenzied groping and often painful thrusting that was all she had been offered by the three or four college lads she had allowed this far.

She learned quickly that he could tease as well as she could, and he let her float around him, light as the buoyant kelp in the gentle swell of the ocean while he stood foursquare and refused to make the final assault. In the end it was she who succumbed to impatience.

In contrast to the cool water that eddied around her, he was like a flaming brand buried deep in her body. She could not believe the hardness and the heat, and she cried aloud with incredible delight.

None of the others had been anything like this. From now on this was all that counted, this was what she had been searching for all along.

Still clinging together they waded ashore, and by now it was full morning. They bundled up their clothes and still naked she led him to the last shack in the row. While she searched for the key in her purse, he asked, 'Who does this belong to?" 'It's one of Daddy's hiding places. I only discovered it quite by chance and he doesn't know tlat I have a key." She got the door open and led him into the single room.

'Towels,' she said, and opened one of the cupboards. They made a game out of drying each other, but the light-hearted mood changed quickly to serious intent, and she dragged him to the bunk against the wall.