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'We are； you mean。'
'No。' He shook his head。 'I want you to lock the door after me； sit tight and don't open up until I get back。 I won't be long and I'll be OK in the Land Rover； neither wild dogs nor goats can get at me。 I'll take the gun too。 When we start making trips further afield then we'll go together。' Damn it； it sounded lame。 If it had been Jackie here instead he would have taken her because she would have adapted； been some help； he could have relied on her。 Grit； that was what it amounted to。 One girl had it； the other didn't。 In bed it didn't matter much but when your back was to the wall you realised an awful lot of things； things you'd been blind to before； like why things had not worked out between himself and Jackie。 They'd work out now but it was too late； she was gone for ever。 A tinge of sadness almost had his eyes watering but with an effort he threw the feeling off。 This was no time to start feeling sorry for himself。 He had to fight all the way and now he could not let Sylvia down。 In。effect these last few days he had been widowed and remarried。 Sylvia was his mate； his responsibility； whether he liked it or not。 And he wasn't going to risk her on the first trip out。
'We'd better get something to eat；' he smiled； and reached a tin down from the shelf。 'Sausalatas； vegetable protein sausages in brine。 They're delicious cold。'
'I guess right now I don't fancy meat or poultry。' She managed a smile。 'In for a penny； in for a pound。 I'll give the Jon Quinn diet a try。 Starvers can't be choosers。'
Jon wasn't listening。 In his mind he saw Bill Gwyther； small and wizened； never seen without his faded brown 'cow…gown'； torn cap pulled well down over his eyes to shade them from the sun whether it was shining or not。 Hollowed cheeks； retracted toothless gums that had hardened enough to hold a pipe。 Bright blue eyes that sized you up and often discovered what you were thinking。
Patched Wellington boots that let the wet in； the tread worn down so that the soles were smooth； all part of the uniform。
Bill didn't trust 'outsiders' and you were an outsider if you hadn't been born within a five…mile radius of the Hill。 The Hill was his world； a kingdom which he ruled over in his own stubborn way。 You called him a bloody old fool but as often as not he proved you wrong。 He'd never married； never had time to go courting； and you got used to being called 'boy'。 Bill Gwyther had aged when he was thirty and had remained static ever since。 You cursed him for a lot of things but you had to admit grudgingly that the Hill wouldn't be the same without him。
Which was one reason why Jon Quinn was going down to Gwyther's place that afternoon。
CHAPTER FIVE
ERIC ATKINSON stood and looked at his naked body in the full…length hotel bedroom wardrobe mirror； puffed his chest out； pulled his stomach in； indulged in a few moments of self…admiration。 One big con； and deep down he knew it。 He was getting fat； a slow but sure middle…aged spread taking over。 He told himself he'd lost a pound or two lately and knew damned well he was lying。 At thirty…six you were only just ing up to your peak。
A once fine physique had run to fat； a bination of six hours a day behind the wheel of a car and five nights a week on average hotel board。 The best hotels； the best food。 Whisky； too； sometimes brandy according to how his expenses account was running。 Rep's disease…overweight。
No； not really； but he'd have to watch it。 He towelled his damp hair into a fluffy blonde mop。 He was starting to get a double chin； no； it was a trick of the light； or the mirror； one of them anyway。 A little on the plump side； he had to admit。 What was the term that girl up in Anglesey had used？ Cuddly。 He grimaced； flexed his biceps； they bulged but he didn't test their hardness； didn't dare。
He looked down and a sly smirk crossed his face。 Well； there was nothing wrong with that； anyway； that pensated for everything。
He had no need to stop over in Shrewsbury tonight。 He could have made it home easily。 Except for Marlene。 What a bloody awful name for such a lovely girl； but what was there in a name？ He'd be getting poetic soon； Marlene did that to you； had you showering and checking yourself over like a Ferrari before an IROC。
He turned back to the bed； meticulously began to choose his clothes for the evening。 Tonight was something special； the climax to the whole week。 He had worked for it； earned it。
Sylvia crossed his mind； a slight twinge of guilt； but it was gone immediately。 She wouldn't care even if she knew because that guy up at the organic farm would have been fucking the arse off her all week。 It was a kind of mute arrangement which they didn't mention because that would have spoiled everything。 Screw with who you like in the week and then we'll get together at the weekend。 Funny； it didn't make him jealous； in fact it was one helluva turn…on。 The time to worry was when no guy wanted to lay your wife。 She really was getting past it then and so were you。
He found himself basking in a kind of erotic nostalgia as he dressed。 Sylvia was a cracker and a real nympho but it was like eating the same kind of exotic food every day of the year。 You didn't actually e to dislike it but it got boring； so you decided to try a change and then came back to the original refreshed。
That had happened to himself。 And Sylvia。 Thirteen years ago； two years after they had married。 It had had a most unlikely beginning； like taking a seemingly harmless drug and then before you realised it you were hooked on it。
Alan had been the root cause； if it hadn't been for Alan； he and Sylvia might have spent years struggling to stay faithful to each other and then broken up。 As it was they were still together and the relationship did have its rewards。 Tonight was one of them。
Alan's wife had left him for another guy and poor old Alan had been pretty cut…up。 That was why they had started inviting him over on Saturday evenings for dinner。 Maybe it was the drink that triggered it all off； had them casting their inhibitions overboard and telling dirty stories。 Sylvia was the worst； Eric winced； wondered where the hell she had heard them all； but after a bit he didn't care。 None of them did。
Alan began bemoaning the fact that he hadn't had a woman for three months； almost cried。 So frustrated that he was toying with the idea of having a week in London and spending his nights in Soho。 That was when Sylvia had e up with her offer； straight out with it like she might have been asking Alan to go to the club with them next Saturday night。 'How would you like to screw me； Al？' She was deadly serious； a genuine offer。 'I know Eric won't mind； not just this once； will you； Eric？'
Suddenly everybody had sobered up into a stunned silence； all eyes on Eric。 Well； Eric； you won't mind； will you？
No； I don't mind； not at all。 You fuck her； Al； leave her lying up there on the bed ready for me when you've finished。 Sylvia and Alan drained their glasses； went out of the