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and low in the sky, forcing her to reach into the glove compartment for her sunglasses.
    Red panel LED ’ s on the air-con section of the cockpit computer showed auto humidity control ‘ on ’ and ionized air ‘ on. ’ The red digital readout indicated an interior temperature of sixty-five degrees. Outside it was seventy-nine degrees and the air was heavy, and unusually humid, so early in the year. Vicki ’ s fingers nervously tapped the wheel as she drove.
     
    With a sister and elder brother, she was the second eldest of the family. Her Mother and Father had recently celebrated thirty-five years of marriage at a family gathering in the Bay, where Richard, Vicki ’ s brother, lived with his wife Susan and two children.
    As a child she lived with her parents in various European cities but the summers spent in the little stone cottage in southern England would always be amongst her most cherished memories. Her favourite place to play was the garden; she could still smell the scent of the roses and cut grass as ‘ Pops ’ drove them round on the big petrol mower, with Richard sitting on Pop ’ s lap, driving under instruction. It was a place where she played for hours with Emma, her younger sister.
    Their Mom would cut them little sandwiches for their tea parties and bake little mouth-sized cakes that they ate far too quickly. She was always Doctor, being the eldest, and her sister was nurse …
    Suddenly, the sat nav reminded her that the required exit off the freeway was only four hundred yards away.
    "I know, you smart ass." She responded, as if her coarse comment would be understood. How quickly she was back facing up to reality.
    "This must be the worst day of my life," she said, speaking to the sat nav, half expecting some sympathetic response. Vicki realised Rob was right, she needed a good workout, she needed to release some of the built up tension. It was definitely time to visit the gym.
     
    McPherson looked at his watch, downed the remains of his isotonic drink and made his way to the gym. It was now ten minutes to seven. Picking up his sports bag he closed the door behind him and walked down the corridor. A few minutes later he opened the gym door and was surprised to see Vicki already working out. Her body was wet with perspiration and her vest clung provocatively to her large breasts.
    "Been here long?" he enquired.
    "About ten minutes," responded Vicki, with a grunt, as she started another set of twenty sit-ups. "I ’ d forgotten just how much I love the feeling."
    "Care to elaborate on that?"
    "You know what I mean, ” she said, blushing.
     
    McPherson felt good after the forty-five minute workout and the power shower gave him a pulsating massage, which heightened his feeling of well being. He dried himself with a large white bath towel, shaved, brushed his hair and cleaned his teeth. He thought about Vicki and how nice she was, now that he was getting to know her better.
    As he entering the cool lounge he felt refreshed and he poured a double white rum and ice into a long glass and downed a good two-thirds. Remembering Vicki would call soon he walked into the bedroom and donned a pair of white pants and a blue polo top. The music system had just selected Chicago ’ s 'If you leave me now,' when the doorbell rang. Quickly, McPherson hit a key selecting another CD.
    Opening the door, he was greeted by Vicki, wearing a wide smile, red blouse and a short white skirt that enhanced her long tanned legs. Her hair was still slightly damp after a shower but she had taken time to put on light make up that made her look even more attractive. The smell of her expensive perfume was stimulating. McPherson wanted to say how beautiful she looked, but instead just gazed at her.
    “ Well, — can I come in?"
    "Yes, of course," he replied, with slight embarrassment in his voice. Make yourself comfortable and I ’ ll fix you that cocktail I promised you.
    "Thanks, I need it." Vicki said, sliding onto the long soft