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Lance looked sad. “One of us is not going to survive this situation,” he said. Then he looked grim. “And it isn’t going to be me.”

Then the ladies came looking for them.

“I think you’re going queer for Lance,” Sarah said. She was lying on top of Stone, having just drained him of most of his precious bodily fluids.

“What?” Stone managed to say, still panting.

“The two of you went into this huddle after dinner, and I think you’d still be there, if I hadn’t come in and dragged you away.” She began toying with his penis.

“You’re not going to find any joy there,” Stone said. “Not after what you’ve just put me through. I may take weeks to recover.”

“Nonsense,” she said, squeezing. “You’re recovering already.”

Stone groaned.

“I’m going to make you forget about Lance,” she said, traveling down his torso with her tongue, until she had him in her mouth.

She was absolutely right, Stone thought. Lance was right out of his mind.

27

STONE HAD FINISHED BREAKFAST AND was reading the London papers in the morning room when Sarah came in.

“And how are we this morning?” she asked, in the manner of a visiting nurse. She pecked him on the forehead.

“I don’t know about you,” he said in a low voice, “but I can hardly walk.”

“You’re out of shape,” she laughed. “We’ll have to get you fit again. Come on, we’re going to the market.” She tugged him out of the chair, grabbed a basket by the front door, and led him outside, where an ancient Morris Minor estate car, nicely kept, awaited them.

“Where’s everybody else?” Stone asked, as Sarah started the car.

“Erica’s sleeping in; Lance wanted a drive, so I loaned him the Mini Cooper.”

“Where’d Lance go?”

“I dunno; just for a drive.” They passed through the gates of the estate, and Sarah turned toward the village. Shortly, they had stopped in front of a small grocery.

Down the block, Stone spotted the bright orange Mini Cooper. “You go ahead and shop,” he said to Sarah; “I want to have a look at the village.”

“All right; meet me at the car in half an hour; I’ll be done by then.” She went into the grocery.