The winch pulled us upwards. As the chopper moved away from the wind turbulence, the line steadied. We spun a little, giving me a 360-degree view. Far... out at sea a handful of ships sat. I hadn’t noticed them before. I guessed the top of the mountain was wider than I’d thought when I’d been standing on it. The smouldering mountain seemed far below by the time I was roughly hauled onto the chopper. My stomach heaved and I forced myself to concentrate on the two pairs of hands that dragged me into. Then I planted a deep kiss on her lips and told her how attracted I was to her all along, but was afraid in case she got angry at me. She did not even resist and in fact forced back the kiss. She told me she was eyeing me, ever since she saw me on Day 1. I started removing her saree which she herself started undoing. I got her blouse out. She was now standing in front of me in a bra and a petticoat. I laid her on the bed, started playing with her boobs. I now saw her completely naked. She had. “I shouldn’t? Honey, the way you look right now, I should! What’s the matter?” I asked.“Oh, it’s not me, it’s Anna. I really think you should spend some time with Anna, instead.”“How’s she feeling?” I asked as I handed Chrissie my jacket and she hung it up. Anna was the cook and was almost the complete opposite of Chrissie. She was almost as tall as I was and large-boned to boot. She had very pale blonde hair and Nordic features. Very pretty, striking even, in a Valkyrie-ish sort of way. She. Their house had a football pools syndicate, submitting half a dozen lines each week, and an expectation that their boat would come in before too long. That wish to have a flutter was understandable enough; it was their certainty that it was just a matter of finding the right method of selecting their prediction to ensure success that I didn't share. They had long discussions each week when they got the coupon from the Littlewoods agent about which matches were most likely to end in draws or.