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She was getting hotter and hotter, but she couldn’t take off the jacket of her red suit because the skirt was fastened precariously by a nappy pin. Colonel Cart-ah, he calls himself. “Lovely arse,” he said softly, running his fingers down the cleft before he came to the sticky warmth between her legs. “Rupert used to own that horse,” said the Colonel smugly.

n she heard a loud and unmistakeable voice saying:“Hullo, is that Ladbroke’s’? My account number’s 8KY85982. The story had made the late editions of the evening papers and the show ground and the front of the station were swarming with press. Another bone of contention was the dogs. By the time the reporters had finished with Mary-Jo, Jake had consumed at least a bottle and a half of champagne.