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How she loved him. CJ had filled her thoughts, her dreams ever since the first time they’d made love, on a rug out at the Breakaways, with the moonlight anointing theirbodies and a million stars twinkling down on them as unbiased observers. It had been so romantic and absolutely wonderful.
    All her life Mary had yearned for someone to love. At the mission school she had been fond of the nuns, but they always stayed somewhat aloof. There had been the children though. One girl, Paula, whom she’d loved like a sister. Paula had been fostered out last year and since then, the only creature she’d pinned her affection on was Sister Magdalena’s dog. Bitsy, a part dingo, kelpie and labrador cross, was named appropriately. Leaving Bitsy behind when she left the mission had made her cry more than any other reason, though in hindsight she now realised that many of her tears had been for fear of the unknown.
    Now shirtless, CJ laid her back on the bed and stripped the rest of his clothes off. He leant back to look at her, as he liked to do, and smiled as he marvelled at the beauty of her body. She’d been almost pitifully thin when she’d first come to work at Gus’s but she had filled out nicely. Her breasts were round orbs of delight, her waist so narrow he could almost span it with his large hands and her shapely thighs and the dark triangle of her womanhood made him wonder, suddenly, what the hell he was waiting for. An invitation? He smiled to himself, he had that. She was ripe, ready for him and the straining nature of his erection told him he was more than ready for her too.
    He reached forward to turn off the reading lamp. “Baby, you got that script, didn’t you?”
    “The pill? Yes.” A wave of heat rushed through her body as she remembered the discussion with thevisiting doctor. It had been embarrassing to have to ask for the contraceptive pill and then listen to the doctor’s lecture on morality and the possible side effects of the medication. “I’ve been taking them for ten days, but sometimes it’s hard remembering to take one every day.”
    He laughed that deep throaty laugh of his. “Don’t forget, baby. We don’t want any little accidents, do we?”
    “No, but…” In the darkness his mouth unerringly found hers, cutting off what she’d been going to say. And then, as his body covered hers she gave herself up to the passion CJ could arouse in her, and welcomed his sensual, satisfying domination.
    CJ climbed down the eight metre metal ladder into the darkness of the mine. The horizontal drive ran in a straight line due north — he’d checked the compass so that they didn’t run into the adjoining claim which ran due south. The work was tougher than jackerooing, tougher than gold mining. At least over in Kal they had machinery to take away the mullock and do the drilling. Here they had to hand gouge to find traces, then use a wheelbarrow to bucket the potch in, and then hand haul it out of the mine. Slow, sweaty, backbreaking work.
    Mickey’s enthusiasm was one thing that kept him going. Whenever they found a slim opal bearing seam his partner would dance about as if they’d won first prize in a lottery. CJ smiled to himself. And then Mickey’d remind him that the regular finding of opal bearing deposits was a sure sign they were getting close to a productive seam.
    CJ flicked on his miner’s hat light and followed the well-worn track to the end of the drive where he could hear Mickey drilling holes to place the gelignite.
    “Time for a break, Mickey. Here’s a thermos flask of cold water.”
    “Thanks, mate, I could drink a bucketful.”
    Mickey dropped the hand drill and promptly squatted on the mine floor amid the debris of broken rocks and claystone. “Take a look at that one,” he pointed to a clump of whitish-yellow claystone.
    Thumbing away the loose stone, pinpoints of light and colour were picked up by the light. CJ whistled in appreciation. “It’s beautiful.” The find