Practice perfect, they slipped off the car seats and out of their costumes before grasping hands and running, laughing, dripping the years they away crossed the low dunes to the breaking Aegean surf of their youth. Shedding wrinkles with inhibition, they plunged rolling through the rollers and his now strong arms wrapped easily around the trim girlish waist as their eyes met and blinked and loved.
“Hello, my queen” he murmured.
The close-protection officer, frowning, looked away.
“Nurse: I think he’s waking up.”
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