Sara had brought the vibrator down to look at it.Or so she claimed. I was waiting to see what was going to unfold. It hadn’t escaped me (of course) ...hat last night Dani had said Sara could touch her, and I was one hundred percent sure that my little blonde sexpot hadn’t forgotten either.By ten o’clock we’d had baked potatoes with dips, followed by roasted marshmallows, and were lying on the quilt covers at the edge of the lawn next to the bonfire. Rachel had brought wine out too.“What wine goes. I drove directly to Mrs. Shipley's house. Dammit, that's too much money to haul around in public.When I got back to Mrs. Shipley's, I was greeted by 21 sweet-smelling young ladies, all of whom wanted to kiss me and make on over me. Naturally, being male, I never backed away from that. When I told them that the safe had contained gold and each one was getting $1,000, they were all over me again!Most of the women had some place she could go, though some of the women were not sure what kind of. ”“Shit. Not quite. Could you get my phone so I can call? Then we can talk.”Tessa got the sat phone from the seat of the car.“You do it. Push the red button and then #1.” She did.“Beverley. What’s up, Mitch?”“My name is Tessa. Mitch has broken his right leg.”“Right, miss. Don’t move him. The big ‘copter’s here. Can they put down where you are?”“I think so. It’s fairly flat with spinifex.”“Right. And where are you?”“Pipeline Road, just northeast of Balcanoona Creek.”“Right. They’ll take off in a. " Are you going to make me yell at you again? I thought we were past that." The tone carried an edge of warning this time.Anna rolled over to face her friend, a movement that should have sent searing pain coursing through her limbs. She looked into the blue eyes, searching, seeking. She drank in the details of the face - that beautiful face! - and noted the differences between the blow of a fist and the sting of a whip across the delicate features. After a moment, she leaned in to kiss the lips.