Chapter 27

Markus kissed Penelope passionately when they met at the beach front at Brighton-le-Sands. He felt her lips and tongue and he was tempted to throw her on the sand and rip her skirt off. She ran her hands up his back and he felt out of control but he stopped, restraining himself like braking a ten ton lorry. This was too public a place. He took her hand and they walked a while. The early evening was wonderful. It was a balmy night. They found some seats along the shore and sat, watching couples stroll by. It was still too early for dinner. The sand was white and the sea ebbed back and forth calmly.

“How many women have you met through the site?” Penelope asked.

“Not more than a few hundred,” he retorted. Markus was in an upbeat mood.

Penelope punched him...

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