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time drenching his balls with her juice. She let her weight fall against him as he pumped into her until he was entirely spent. Their combined juices were running down Richards' legs as the two of them gazed into each other’s eyes.
    “That was feckin' incredible” was all that Richard could say, and the smile he received in return told him that the feeling was mutual.

Chapter four
     
     
    The tick-tocking of the clock on top of the fireplace in the flat where Richard lived in the Jesmond area of Newcastle was like a metronome. He had moved into the flat shortly after his wife and he had split after he left the military. He stared down at the paperwork in his lap, and his mind wandered back to the course he had completed the week previous.
    He and Tori had never repeated their morning runs after that first time. She had been too busy fucking by as many of the course as possible. Richard, not being a jealous man, chuckled to himself, just glad that he had been the first. She had left after the executive phase of the course. This had been her goal, as she only wished to work in that environment, and not overseas.
    Of the original course, only ten candidates had gone on to complete the hostile environment phase.
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    At the end of the course, three of the top Security companies in the country interviewed those candidates, including Richard. These companies' specialised in providing operatives for high profile contracts overseas. Richards's interview had gone well, and a couple of days before he had received a phone call informing him that he had been selected for a contract in Iraq. They were currently processing his visa ready for his deployment.
    Richard continued to fill in the paperwork he had received from the company. It was not one of his favourite things to do if he was being honest. Working through the form, he turned over the last page, thankful that it was almost complete. He was interrupted by the sound of his mobile phone ringing and vibrating on the coffee table. It performed a dance like a bee returning to the hive, indicating to the other bees the direction of a bountiful supply of nectar.
    He put down the paperwork and leaned forward to retrieve the phone. Pressing the green button to accept the call, he placed it to his ear.
    "Hello," he said in a non-committal voice.
    "Hi Richard it's Steve Jackson here" came the unmistakable dulcet tones on the other end. Steve had been the human resources person who had interviewed him. Although he had not worked in the Close Protection arena, he was astute at spotting bullshit
    "Good to hear from you. Steve is there a problem?" Richard asked trying hard to conceal the worry in his voice.
    "Well maybe just a delay to your deployment. There is a backlog on visas at the moment," Steve paused, waiting for Richard to react.
    "How long will the delay be?" Richard enquired, his heart sinking, as he had given notice, and had left his job
    "Well, we think about two months. However, I have had something come across my desk I thought you may be interested in," Steve continued. "It is a six-week contract as a Personal Protection Officer for an American diplomat, who works at the Embassy in London." He paused again, waiting for Richard to speak.
    "Yeah that sounds like a decent job, and will keep me occupied until deployment." Richard accepted the offer knowing he would need to have an income coming in, so really had little choice.
    "That's great, mate. I will email you the details."  With that, the conversation ended.
    Richard placed the phone back on the table, got up, and went to get his laptop from the bedroom. He opened up the lid of the computer and logged in. Launching his email application, he saw Steve was good to his word, and the email was waiting for him. He had obviously prepared it prior to speaking to Richard. Attached to the email was a history of the principal or client. There was also a threat assessment, along with a list of family members. Richard opened up the