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ever know the pain I’m feeling now. Oh, God, I don’t want to think about us any more. Let’s never talk about this again. Just tell me who this man is who’s going to be my first loving fuck? Just who have you chosen to be your surrogate lover-stud?’
    She removed her hand so David could speak. He remained silent, his gaze intent on her. She half expected his determination to deliver her into the arms of another man to dissolve. She held her breath in hope. She knew it was in vain when he finally answered, ‘Sam Fayne. And he wasn’t chosen lightly. He has known you almost all your life. You are the best of friends. He adores you. He’s handsome, a kind and loving guy, and you can have a wonderful love affair to go with the sex. I’ve tried to see that you get it all, Lara. Take him for as long as it lasts.’
    ‘I can’t believe it! The boy next door. You are more pathetic than I thought. I want an exciting, thrilling adventure. A touch of depravity, like I saw this afternoon. And you set me up with my best friend.’
    ‘Don’t be a petulant little smart-ass, Lara. Other women have had him and, believe you me, from whatI hear, you may not be exciting enough for him.’
    The moment David said it he was sorry. The child in this sensuous adolescent surfaced. Tears filled her eyes again. Before they could burst forth he gathered her in his arms, whispering, ‘I’m sorry, so sorry. It was mean of me to say that. But you’re not making this easy for me. You
are
exciting. So exciting that, if I just have you in my arms, I start wanting to take you. My fantasies are full of you. Other women are not enough. You can’t imagine how much I want to fuck you, the things I dream of doing to you. The thought of another man introducing you to real sex drives me wild with passion for you.’ All control gone, he grasped her hair, and pulled her down upon him, kissing her hotly.
    The words she wanted to hear. The kisses she wanted never to stop. She felt her own power over David and liked the feeling. She had rarely experienced such power over another human being. She liked it, and in that instant Lara Stanton became a woman.
    David, always alert to any nuance of change in women, especially in moments of grand passion with them, edged his way back to the reality of the moment. This was his and Lara’s grand parting as lovers. He drew away and watched her. Eyes still closed, she trembled and called out softly, ‘Oh, yes, yes.’ David reached under the eyelet robe. He found that soft moist slit, fondled its lips and gathered up on his fingers the last of her childish orgasms they would ever share together.
    David rubbed his fingers across her lips and then licked the moistness of Lara from them as she rode out her moments of ecstasy. When she opened her eyes he was sitting on the end of the bed. All her life Lara would remember that meeting of their eyes as one of the saddest she would ever know. It was over for them, that specialillicit something they had always had for each other. Gone. She adjusted her robe, slid off the bed and walked to her dressing table, found the silver-backed brush and began brushing her hair. Returning to the bed she sat down next to him.
    ‘Friends?’ he asked.
    ‘Best friends.’
    He took the brush from her hand and replaced it with the slim Cartier box, continuing to brush her hair himself. ‘Open it. You’ll be pleased.’
    ‘What’s the occasion?’
    ‘Since when do I need an occasion to spoil you with something pretty?’
    She smiled and tore open the red wrappings. A bracelet. A cuff of gold elongated links. He clasped it around her wrist. She bubbled with pleasure. ‘Mother is right, you spoil me. But promise you won’t stop. Oh, David, I love it.’
    He laughed. ‘No more than Steven, Max or John will I stop. And Elizabeth is the worst of all of us. No, correction, Your Honour, your dad is the worst offender. Aren’t you lucky to be the baby of the family?’
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