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“So much for the free booze and food,” he thought as he applied sun cream to her body, he removed her bikini straps from her shoulders, then the clip on her back and she turned her head to smile.

“Do the top of my legs at the back please, I can’t reach there.”

Hands slid up and down exposed thighs as she bent forward to help the basting process.

“I’d better do your bikini line love, don’t want you getting red down there do we,” he whispered as his hands very deftly slid under elastic to work around the very tops of her thighs.

“Not too long up there, we don’t need to put too much cream where the sun don’t shine, do we?” she scolded.

“Sorry love, I got carried away.”

“That’s OK, quite nice really, you really are getting to know me aren’t you?” she quipped.

“Only your body love, only your body,” he grinned.

“Which is it to be, body, mind or both?”

“At my age I don’t know, let’s see how we progress,” he replied.

The 12.30 bus arrived on time, a few people scrambled aboard, the heat outside was now 40
0
C; inside the bus maybe 45
0
C.

“Let’s get going soon please,” he thought.

Fifteen minutes later Sun City appeared, shimmering in the sunlight. At one o’clock lunch was served, the place put on a good spread with lots of salads and baked bread as good as any French baguette. There were plenty of meats both hot and cold, but little fish.

The tables and chairs were good quality, the floor was marble tiled, all under an enormous wooden roof held up by huge wooden supports, of the type you’d imagine a ship’s mast to be made. A motorised winged glider buzzed over head carrying 2 people followed by a second and third, noisy but not really intrusive.

Lunch of salad, chicken and fruit was washed down with water and one glass of white wine.

“We must look after our figures,” said Alan as he leaned over and squeezed Jacky’s hand.

After lunch they slept in their air conditioned room, two people together but in separate beds. He woke at 4.30 and watched Jacky, the one sheet she had been lying under had moved with her body which now exposed her whole left leg. A short pyjama top ruffled up exposed her buttocks, which were firm round and very white, the tiniest of thongs ensuring maximum exposure.

“It’s quite some time since I’ve seen my penis grow so rock hard so quickly,” he thought, then squeezed and stroked it but knew this was not the time for introductions.

He stood up, naked, and rubbed his penis again, surprised at his virility more than his control. Looking in the mirror he thought, “Not bad, not a bad physique, bit skinny but OK, scars and a bullet hole would always make for good conversation.

As he set off to walk to the bathroom, she turned, smiled and said, “thank you for the little exhibition, but why do your hands instinctively go down to it?”

“Oh I’m sorry love, it’s often like this when I wake up and it’s not so little.”

“And here I was thinking it might be in some way due to my presence, you sure know how to let a girl down,” she laughed, “come and sit here and rub some of this aftersun down my back.”

“I think I need the bathroom first.”

“Do that later, it’ll only take a minute.”

He squeezed the aftersun onto his hands, sat at her side and proceeded to rub it down her back concentrating on her shoulders then lower and lower past her waist and onto her buttocks. More cream was applied and both hands worked her buttocks and thighs, pulling them slightly apart. He could see pubic hair protruding from her thong and the change in colour of her skin at the very top of her thighs.

She rolled over saying, “I think that’s enough now, I thought you had a man to see.”

He stood up and gasped, “Yeah, I suppose so.”

But before he could move to the bathroom, her hand moved up and out and took hold of the base of his penis as her other hand reached for the aftersun. Then with both hands she applied the cream to first the base then the rest of his penis.

“Oh that’s nice, that’s good,” he moaned.

Her hands now caressed the head of his shaft as she said, “I really would like to get to know you a little better.”

“There’s not much more to get to know is there,” he sighed as her hands expertly caressed him.

But he knew he had a more pressing need and whispered to her, “Thanks love, but no more just now, I really have to go.”

He pulled away, walked into the bathroom, closed the door tried to pee and hissed, “Bloody meetings, bloody control, why the hell do I have to go?”

She laid back and at first smiled but then began to worry that her actions might seem a little brash on the first full day and hoped she had not set the scene for the rest of the holiday.

22
nd
July, 17.50, Pop In Bar.

Alan arrived at the Pop In Bar dressed as described in the note he had pinned to the notice board. He took a seat at a table away from the bar and some distance from other tables, which offered him views in all directions. He ordered a Becks and the waiter returned with an iced glass complete with the Becks lager.

“Enjoy the moment,” he thought.

At six o’clock precisely a man approached the table and introduced himself as Onar. He took a seat opposite Alan and ordered a Raki with ice from the attentive waiter. He then wrote ARMI on a piece of paper and Alan responded with TAGE, They were together in this now. The Raki arrived and Onar took a sip, he was a smallish man with long black hair, not fit thought Alan, probably over weight and at 5’6” nondescript.

“Tell me about your past Onar,” he enquired.

The lecture confirmed his degree in pharmacy, his lack of family, his love of money and his loathing for the West. He already knew the general plan but now he was informed in more detail. He would be despatched to Syria and cross the border near Iskenderun, there he would meet Shan the banker who would return with him via Gazientep, Adan, Antalya then into Olu Deniz.

Alan informed him that Shan would bring with him a list of local companies for sale, telling him, “the price wasn’t important, it’s what they do and being in possession of a UK export licence which is more important. He also informed him the cash would come via Switzerland and be from a reputable bank. Onar was then informed he would be made Factory Manager in charge of all production and that new casing designs would be sent to him in completed form from York in England.

Alan continued “As you know your job is to fill these casings with our new product, which is why your pharmacy degree is critically important. The finished filler has to be virtually undetectable and has to work in all conditions, such as wind, rain, cold, darkness, warmth and light.” He looked around to ensure they were not being overheard and continued, “this will be our prime product and it will be called LOLTS.”

“We have access to WMD from a boat and you know the propulsion for the products so your primary task is to make the mix. We need production by September at the latest and to begin UK imports in October. You will need to open a Swiss bank account for yourself and the company; your income will be set at 30,000 Euros a month with a completion bonus of 100,000, plus a further 200,000 if we succeed. Good luck, please let me know when you have succeeded with the product. It is important we do not meet often but we will need to meet again on the 25
th
with our other friends,” concluded Alan as he wished Onar a safe journey and confirmed the time of the next meeting to be at 18.00 on the 25
th
.

Onar smiled and left the Pop In cocktail bar. Alan’s eyes observed him as he walked towards the sea. It’s a good 200 yards and nobody seemed to follow him. He looked up the street away from the sea, back down to the sea, then across the road past Captain Hooks towards Sun City, but saw nothing out of the ordinary. He ordered another beer and as he did so he enquired, “have you seen any Americans here recently?”

“They’re rare here, no Americano’s,” he replied.

Beer and money exchanged hands, and Alan made another request, “Where is the best place to change traveller’s cheques?”

The waiter responded, “Over the road at the jeweller’s they are good.”

He checked the exchange rate and observed it was 2,200,000 lira to the pound. “What a bloody silly amount,” he thought, “why don’t they just drop off 5 noughts and call it 2.2 to the pound, they’d save a fortune on the size of till rolls and price tags.”

The jeweller’s was a beautiful shop, with air conditioning, marble floors, good seating and fine displays. A man enquired what he wanted, listened and then offered 2,200,000 lira for a pound. One hundred pounds was exchanged and promises were made to return with a friend to purchase some of the best jewellery in Turkey.

Before leaving he produced a 10 dollar bill and enquired of the exchange rate as none was listed. He was informed of the rate but declined saying he would keep it; he then asked how often dollar notes or dollar traveller’s cheques were exchanged and was pleased with the reply, being told they were changed very rarely and none recently; it seemed the Yanks were still a little afraid of Turkey. He smiled and left the shop feeling good, but wondered if the Yanks were still that stupid to come to Turkey loaded with dollars.

He walked up the street away from the sea then turned right where he had an uninterrupted view which confirmed that no one was following him. He turned left then right and thought to himself, “Why bother, if they know they know, but what do they know. A more interesting time may be had on the 25
th
when I meet the others,” he thought, “bankers with money have many friends and followers, as do ships and their crew when they enter or leave port, we’ll see.”

As he walked back to Sun City he thought about the ship, he was aware that Captain Amdarni may be a risk. However he had no choice because a runner had already informed the Captain to be ready to join the group on the 25
th
and his ship now lay 20 miles off the coast in the Stredozemni More. It is that part of the Mediterranean which lies between Rhodes and Cyprus. Here information could be easily passed between Turkey, Syria and Iraq by word of mouth and although this took time it was the safest way. The region where the Tigris River crossed the borders between Iraq, Syria and Turkey was still extremely wild and seen as dangerous to the West therefore much electronic attention was given to this area, whereas the coast line of Turkey with the Mediterranean was seen as a holiday area, not requiring too much surveillance. Even so, there would be no telephone or electronic traffic, Captain Amdarni would wait here silently until called.

As he entered Sun City his thoughts returned to Jacky, “This afternoon was bloody marvellous, perhaps we’ll go further tonight. I haven’t screwed for months, I’ve not made love for years. So don’t drink too much because if you do you’ll be good for nothing,” he argued to himself.

July 22
nd
, 19.00, Sun City.

Jacky showered, wrapped a towel around her hair and put on a short cotton dressing gown. Her nails needed attention, all twenty and she inserted a blue polystyrene separator bottom up before applying red varnish to her toes and then her hands. She looked at her face and thought, “God the years tell, use make up but not too much.” “What should I wear, I don’t want to look like a tart, I don’t want to seem too available but I don’t want to look like a frump either. Why the hell don’t they teach you how to dress at school,” she complained, “perhaps they do at some, though not at Hazel Grove Comprehensive.”

She chose a white trouser suit which was not see-through and showed little cleavage. Gold shoes complimented the outfit and she set her hair high to expose good cheek bones, thin shoulders and a slim neck. She chose gold earrings and a matching necklace which were her only jewellery, not expensive but good.

She smiled at herself in the mirror and thought, “He may be at dinner, he may come back here, but he may not. Oh what the hell, why wait I’ll go down for dinner by myself, it’s not as if it’s a men only pub I’m entering.”

She shook her head and groaned at her earlier actions, “why the hell did I start masturbating him, what will he think, I grab the guy’s cock the second day we’re here, not only grab it but play with him. What the hell was I doing, he’ll think I’m a tart; maybe I am,” she moaned then confused she asked herself, “do you mention it or just carry on as if nothing happened?” She shook her head again then decided to go down for dinner, she took a cursory glimpse in the mirror and decided she looked good. “Just try to leave his cock alone, you’ve never even thought about him before so why the hell did you grab it, what will he think, oh fuck it!” she hissed as she left the room.

22nd July, 20.30, The Restaurant, Sun City Complex.

“The starters look good,” Jacky turned with a start when she heard the voice, then smiled. Alan was standing next to her and quite close.

“Yes they do look good, there’s an enormous assortment of salads here and olives. Just look at those tomatoes,” she gushed then changed the subject, “what are you going to have?”

“I’d like some fish but the Turks seem to do little in the way of fish for starters,” he replied then pointing to a salad bar said, “will you get me a mixed salad and some cold chicken and I’ll get us some bread and wine. Would you like White or Red?”