Safari To Slaughter{On Hold. }

Chapter 4

A week previously, Garry Edwards had seen in the Daily Telegraph the following advertisement:
   
     Experienced helicopter pilot for a three week unusual assignment. Exceptionally high remuneration. Send career details and photograph. Box S. 1012.

He had re-read the advertisement and had brooded over it. He had liked the two words unusual and exceptional. He was  looking for unusual work and badly needed exceptional money, so without telling Toni, he had written a letter to Box S.1012, setting out the details of his past career which was full of lies as a calendar full of holes. He had enclosed a passport photograph and had mailed the letter.

A week had  passed, and now he had given up all hope of any exceptional remuneration and any unusual job. On this cold, wet February morning, he sat in Toni's small, untidy sitting room with a cup of Nescafe by his side.

Garry Edwards was a tall, powerfully unholy man of twenty-nine years of age. He was handsome in a rugged way, with humorous brown eyes and dark brown hair worn fashionably long to his collar. His mouth could easily laugh or tighten to a dangers thinness. As he sat in Toni's broken settee dressed n a white beach wrap, his long narrow feet bare, the wall clock showed the time was 08:45hrs.

Having searched the Situations Vacant columns carefully, he dropped the newspaper to the floor in disgust. Well, he would have to do something pretty soon, he told himself. He had exactly one hundred and thirty pounds, five shillings band seven pence before he had to ask Toni to support him and this he told himself without much conviction, he would never do.

He had run into Toni White on the Calais-Dover channel boat. Happily, she had been in the bar when he had embarked with two tough French detectives.

Toni had been sitting on a bar stool, her micro-mini skirt scarcely covering her crotch, sipping vodka on the rocks.

Toni was 22 years of age, blonde had big blue eyes with very dark, heavy eyelashes a cow would envy. Also she was very, very chic.

She regarded Garry thoughtfully and with penetration. She decided he was the most sexy man she had seen and she has a hot rush of blood through her body, her core had become heated, her panties soaked with her juices, she imagined him touching, licking, sucking different sections of her body. She wanted to have him laid by her, she wanted to feel his cock at the back of her throat, she wanted to cum for him. Toni crossed her legs together to stop the heated desire building up in her stomach.

She smiled and licked her lips.

Garry knew women. He knew all the signs, and realized this was an open invitation.
He finished his drink, then smiling, he said

'I would love to know you better. We have an hour before we land. May I get a cabin?'

She liked his direct approach. She wanted him. His suggestion made everything simple. She laughed then nodded.

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