We were about to start fresh. Not just our career but our new life. So after lunch, we started playing with ourselves, teasing and bantering with each...other like old times. She was in her sleeveless purple cotton top.I got into the mood and started touching her, pinching her free arms and caressing them at times. She looked at me in surprise and pushed my hands away. But I moved closer and started touching her again. This time I moved my left palm over her waist and brushed her skin over her. I would like us in my bed when we get to the guesthouse. But I was just thinking, that maybe you want to be with them again tonight.'I look at her and she has her head turned away, looking at the dark roadside sweeping past, as if she is scared to hear what I would say. I remember only now that we agreed to meet Julien and Christine tonight after we are all back at the guesthouse. I have not even thought about them today with Kate with me. At the instant that the words came out of Kate, I. Walking slowly through the meadow, they held hands and talked as they looked up at the stars. It was much more pleasant than the beginning of their last nighttime rendezvous, she felt safe and very happy as they walked and talked. The stars twinkled benignly overhead as they made their way to what she now thought of as ‘their’ clearing, the nighttime sky reflected prettily in the pool. Standing under the stars, he held her in his arms and they mutely watched the nighttime sky, his hands. His ego tried to tell him it was because she was interested in him; in which case why hadn't he made a move on her? His antennae said there was something that didn't quite fit. Why would someone who could put the Bond Girls in the shade be interested in Dr Peter Johnson-Smith, research fellow at Smethwick?He walked to the college, savouring the atmosphere of Oxford; there were two reasons for this: his alma mater was Zachs (Zacharia-Beesholm College, Cambridge) and the chance to see Oxford was.