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Lizzie Harrison arched her back away from the worn leather seat and adjusted her upper arms to apply subtle pressure to her breasts. Satisfied that her cleavage had been enhanced to maximum effect, she called over to Richard. “Magnificent view, isn’t it?” He didn’t respond. Lizzie shouted. Richard jumped. He’d definitely heard her that time but he didn’t even bother to turn round before replying. “Yes, marvelous.” He was craning his neck to see something of particular interest out of the floatplane’s tiny window. “Ignorant fucking prick,” Lizzie muttered, sagging back into a more comfortable position. It had seemed like such a good idea to start her gap year with Richard. “Pardon?” Richard asked, turning quickly enough to catch Lizzie pulling a face, which she desperately tried to turn into something less offensive. “I want to suck your dick,” Lizzie said, smiling sweetly. “Sorry, I can’t hear you,” Richard shouted against the asynchronous throb of the engines. He moved his head right up to Lizzie’s face. Lizzie inhaled deeply and only just resisted the urge to stick her tongue in Richard’s ear, to grip the earlobe between her teeth and tug. Fuck! Even his hair smells great. It’s not fair! “I said, ‘How long ‘til we’re ashore, Dick?’” “Not long; that’s my uncle’s island down there. We’ll circle round and land in the lagoon.” He said it in the same way someone else would say that they’d just park on the drive rather than leave it on the road. Then again, most people carried their shopping home in cars, on buses or simply walked; what they didn’t do was charter a floatplane. Richard had been born into money; he thought nothing of hiring private planes to nip between islands to visit relatives while he was ‘in the neighborhood’. The neighborhood in question was a private island three hours flying time from the Maldives. Lizzie had been thrilled and delighted when Richard’s parents had insisted that Richard take a female companion to ‘keep him grounded’. “Finally,” she thought. But alas, Richard had shown little or no interest despite Lizzie’s best efforts and a variety of her skimpiest bikinis. What’s wrong with the man? Lizzie was fairly sure that there wasn’t anything wrong with her – every other man had noticed. Lizzie’s eyes roved over Richard’s brown, hairy legs which extended from a pair of those annoying long baggy athletic shorts. The ‘shorts’ themselves might have been annoying but there were knots of muscles from Richard’s extensive running which Lizzie found very pleasing – and which she longed to place her hand on. The plane turned sharply and Lizzie took advantage of the opportunity. Her heart leapt as she felt Richard’s skin against hers. He was alert, his eyes roving – but he hadn’t noticed what she was doing. She squeezed, imagining that her hand was on another, more intimate part of Richard’s anatomy. Nothing. His attention is focused on that fucking island – why do I never get that? “That’s odd,” Richard said, turning back to Lizzie. “There’s no-one on the jetty, I would have thought that my uncle would come and meet us – or at least send one of his men.” “Send one of his men?” Lizzie thought. “They live in a different world!” As the plane dropped and leveled just above the turquoise ripples of the bay, Lizzie changed her grip from Richard’s leg to the front of the armrest. “It’s a lost world to me,” she thought sadly, “and one that I’m never going to be part of.” The plane lurched as the pilot shut down one of the engines and it began to heave with the ocean swell. Lizzie felt her stomach heave alarmingly in the same direction. Her brain didn’t like the idea of being in a plane rolling with the waves. It was just plain wrong. Planes landed – on actual land. Concrete or tarmac by preference but even a basic grass strip would have been better than this water. “You OK?” Richard asked, placing a hand on her knee. In other circumstances, Lizzie would have been thrilled. “I think I’m going to be sick,” she said. “Don’t worry,” Richard replied, patting her knee reassuringly. “We’re nearly there.” It got worse before it got better. As the plane passed the entrance to the natural harbor, the deeper waters added a disturbing metallic grinding sound to the heaving motion. Lizzie looked out of the window. Sea, sky, sea, sky. Please. Just make it stop. The pilot unbelted and squeezed his enormous frame between the pilot seats before the engine spat itself to a halt. He gave his passengers a wide smile. “Welcome to La Isla Bonita,” he said, spreading his arms wide enough to display two dark circles of sweat. Richard looked out of the window, again trying to find figures approaching the jetty. The pilot’s smile became disturbingly lascivious. Lizzie crossed her arms in front of herself as his gaze dropped once again to her breasts. “Such a pretty island for such a pretty girl. Is very private – no clothes if you no want.” It was very clear what he wanted. “I’m fine, thank-you,” Lizzie said, huddling herself into a ball in the absence of a male prepared to protect her honor. The pilot left rolls of fat caught in the doorframe as he squeezed his bulk out into the sunshine. From outside it looked like a particularly difficult birth and the pilot’s hairy body was still recovering its natural shape as he waited for Lizzie to make her exit. She was feeling decidedly queasy and it seemed to her as though the concrete jetty was lurching up and down rather than the seaplane. “Is OK,” the pilot said, moving into the only point onto which Lizzie could step. “You step, I catch.” There wasn’t room to change places with Richard and he was busy looking up through the cockpit windows. Lizzie stepped but her feet didn’t get chance to touch the floor; she was held aloft in enormous hairy arms which squeezed her body against the pilot’s. She screeched in alarm and tried to wriggle free but the arms had closed like a vice. “Is OK,” the pilot said, pirouetting with Lizzie’s hips resting on his considerable paunch; his fat greasy face between her breasts. “No!” Lizzie protested, and Ankara bayan escort she was suddenly dropping. The pilot watched as Lizzie’s breasts bounced, no doubt hoping that they’d bounce free of the bikini. He was still close enough to run his hands down her back and grope her arse and he took the opportunity with both hands – but Lizzie’s feet were on solid land and she was moving, ducking away from further abuse to where Richard had casually dropped. “Did you see that? That bastard just…” Lizzie started but both men had abandoned her; already moving away as though she had ceased to exist. “Wankers.” ***** “Maybe nobody’s home?” Lizzie said, eyeing the pilot as he sat in the shade of the palms at the edge of the beach. Lizzie had insisted that she and Richard had moved in the opposite direction, saying that she wanted a bit of privacy. Despite the distance, Lizzie could still feel his eyes on her body as he munched his way through his lunch. “Maybe they didn’t hear the plane?” Richard mused. “They must know we’re here,” Lizzie said. “Anyone on the island will be able to hear his fucking music.” “I know he’s here, I only spoke to him this morning,” Richard said, looking up the beach. “Something must have happened,” he said, looking back at Lizzie. He flicked his sunglasses up onto his forehead and squinted, as though trying to get a better view of something. “Oh shit!” Richard said, in a voice which caused Lizzie’s still-churning stomach to somersault. Richard was gone, running as fast as Lizzie had ever seen anyone run in her life. He was bawling at the top of his lungs and Lizzie turned to see him waving his arms as he closed the distance between himself and the pilot at an astonishing rate. Under normal circumstances Lizzie would have enjoyed the sight of Richard’s muscular frame, arms and legs pumping as he ran barefoot across the sand, but not now. Running across an island paradise should have been so much sexier than all those muddy winter mornings Lizzie had watched Richard as he competed in the cross-country running. He was a champion and it showed. But Lizzie horrified gaze was elsewhere. The pilot waved back but then registering the haste of Richard’s approach, he stood up. In the circumstances, standing up was a bad move. A very bad move. The kind of move which is so bad that it shortens a man’s life expectancy to just a few seconds. The pilot found himself standing in a shadow and turned to look up as the shadow grew rapidly around him. Lizzie closed her eyes. The volume of the music meant she didn’t know whether the pilot had had time to scream. She counted to ten and when she looked back, all traces of the pilot had gone and Richard was haring across the golden sand back towards her. “Stay there,” Richard bellowed. “Don’t move.” Behind him, fifteen feet in the air, nostrils flared and eyes reacted to the movement on the beach. Excitement surged and five tonnes of living being lurched into action. “It’s coming!” Lizzie shouted. And it was. It plodded clear of the jungle and once on the beach it closed the gap to St. Martin’s cross country champion at an alarming rate. Lizzie’s instincts told her that something that big shouldn’t be able to move that quickly. Richard dropped down to the firmer sand at the water’s edge and he accelerated, matching the pace of his pursuer. He arrived back by Lizzie’s side and span to a halt. “Is that a Tyrannosaurus?” Lizzie asked, thinking it was a rather stupid question but unable to think of anything better. “Rex,” Richard confirmed. “It’s Rex, although what he’s doing out on the beach, I’ve got no idea.” Lizzie looked at Richard as though he was unutterably insane. “You sound lie you know ‘him’.” “Don’t move,” Richard said. “Let him come to you.” Lizzie stood stock still as the towering dinosaur glided to a halt in front of them. The titanic head bobbed and weaved. Lizzie held her breath and listened. There was a sound like an old tractor climbing a steep lane coming from somewhere inside the creature. Its nostrils opened and closed like the valves on a saxophone during a complicated jazz solo as the head continued to sway from side to side. Lizzie yelped as a growl like that from inside a Harley Davidson detuning specialist making an early start on a Sunday morning vibrated her organs. The enormous head jerked forward and jabbed into her bare belly. Lizzie would have screamed if she had believed any of what her eyes were seeing. It was possible that she had managed the ‘s’ of a scream but it was neatly caught by Richard’s hand as it closed over her mouth and nose. “Just try and relax,” Richard said, while simultaneously suffocating Lizzie. He’s got lovely hands, so big – such strong fingers. I bet they could do amazing things down between my legs. Not for the first time, Lizzie felt dizzy at Richard’s touch, then realized why; she struggled against Richard’s hold and he immediately released his grip before sliding his hand down to Lizzie’s shoulders, pulling her firmly against his body. The lack of oxygen and surprisingly intimate strength of Richard’s touch threatened to make Lizzie swoon. “Great!” Lizzie thought, “I’m about to get eaten and this is the point where Richard decides to get all manly and make a move on me.” The dinosaur explored higher, and Lizzie’s bikini top caught and got dragged upwards. Her breasts spilled free and jiggled into their natural shape. Lizzie felt the hand on her shoulder tighten. Did Richard just notice that I’ve got breasts? Shame this ‘thing’ is going to get to nibble them first. Lizzie felt a rhythmic thumping through her feet. “I think he likes you,” Richard whispered. “His tail’s wagging.” “His tail?” Lizzie whispered. But there was no denying the fact. Lizzie could see the enormous length of hard flesh swishing through the air. It was definitely wagging. On the next intake of breath, most of Lizzie’s hair disappeared up the Tyrannosaur’s nose. Suddenly it was gone. The head rose high in the air and there was a ‘rrwishoo’ noise. Escort bayan Ankara “Watch out,” Richard warned, the alarm in his voice re-igniting Lizzie latent fear. “He might stand on us.” The dinosaur repeated the noise. “What’s he doing?” “Sneezing fit,” Richard said, backing away urgently, never once letting his eyes stray from the convulsing beast. The dinosaur staggered down the beach, emitting the same ‘rrwishoo’ noise over and over again. “What the fuck is going on?” Lizzie asked, feeling that her life was out of immediate danger and an explanation was now required. “That’s Rex,” Richard said, sweeping his hand in the direction of the dinosaur who had assumed a nose-down, tail-up position which had done nothing to quell the sneezing fit. “He’s my uncle’s guard dog.” “Dog?” Lizzie queried, spitting the word out. “I hate to tell you this Richard, but isn’t a dog – it’s a fucking dinosaur.” “Yes, well. He thinks he’s a dog. A Labrador to be precise.” Richard turned at the sound of a repetitive squeak. “Here’s my uncle now.” He stepped in front of Lizzie and waved. “Oh, and you might want to adjust your bikini before he gets here,” he added, without turning back. Lizzie felt a stab of annoyance as Richard marched off in the direction of the man with the wild shock of white hair approaching on a bicycle which looked even more ancient than its rider. “Nice tits, Lizzie,” she said to herself sarcastically as she fed the firm flesh back into each of the skimpy yellow triangles. Lizzie took the opportunity to make that face again, knowing that the object of her desire wouldn’t be turning round to catch her. The sound of a T-Rex’s sneeze set Lizzie’s legs in motion. “It’s just a big dog,” she thought desperately as Rex thundered up to the high waterline, picked up a tree and dropped it directly in her path. Lizzie couldn’t help but be impressed again – no-one would imagine that something so big could move so quickly. Rex backed away and squatted in the sand, wagging his tail. “Oh for fuck’s sake!” Lizzie exclaimed, before breaking off a rotten branch and hurling it as far as she possibly could in the direction from which she’d just stomped. Rex leapt into action as Lizzie hurdled the tree trunk, helplessly picturing Richard under her body as she straddled the thick trunk. “This isn’t as thick as that twat,” she thought, tucking her boobs back in as she approached Richard and his uncle. ***** “This is Lizzie,” Richard said, as though he was introducing a venereal disease. “My dear, my dear, so very, very pleased to meet you. Thrilled, in fact.” It was like the embrace of a skeleton as the old man briefly wrapped his skinny arms around Lizzie. The smile was filled with genuine warmth and like Richard’s, his eyes never wavered down. I needn’t have worried about adjusting my bikini. Lizzie wondered whether it was a genetic thing, a family trait – both members of the family seemed to be completely oblivious of Lizzie’s body. I could have just as easily left all my clothes at home, saved the hassle of packing and holidayed in the nude for all the effect it would have had. Lizzie thought about the pilot’s greedy eyes and shuddered. Maybe not. “Lizzie, this is my uncle,” Richard said. Lizzie thought the introduction had ground to a halt. It restarted, but proceeded only with obvious reluctance. “Professor Thunderthighs,” Richard concluded painfully. “No need for all that formality. Any friend of Dick is a friend of mine. ‘Fairfax’ will do nicely,” the Professor said. “And I see that you’ve already made friends with Rex.” Rex came bounding up and dropped an enormous boulder so close to Lizzie that she had to jump back to avoid being crushed as it settled. “Rex!” the Professor shouted, with a venom which made Lizzie’s bladder flex. “What have I told you about playing with pebbles?” He took out a newspaper and rolled it into a cylinder. Rex whimpered and cowered, as far as it was possible for a 15-foot high dinosaur to cower. “Now go and put it back where you found it,” Fairfax said sharply. Rex groaned, and only set into action when the Professor raised the newspaper in a threatening manner. Rex carefully gripped the boulder between enormous teeth and sullenly turned back towards the sea. “He’s a bit of a handful I’m afraid, still training him – but he keeps the riff-raff out,” the Professor said approvingly, as he watched the dinosaur trudge down the beach. “You two alone?” he asked brightly, his focus returning to more pleasant affairs. “Yes, Uncle. I need to talk to you about that.” ***** Lizzie was abandoned to trail in the wake of Richard and Professor Thunderthighs with an over-excited but slightly wary dinosaur trying to catch her attention with a variety of sticks, boulders and objects which weren’t so readily identifiable. Something else that wasn’t readily identifiable appeared from the bushes just as the little party passed. It said a cherry, “Helloo!” “Warrington!” Richard exclaimed, hurrying towards the enormous chunk of muscle which was somehow blending into the background even while he was walking into the clearing. Lizzie’s eyes were immediately drawn down, to a very impressive weapon. A mouthful of white teeth appeared as Richard shook a camouflaged hand. Rex bounded up to add his greeting. “Come here you big soppy!” Lizzie watched, open mouthed as an Warrington’s hand rubbed across the dinosaur’s blunt nose. High above their heads, Rex’s tail whipped the canopy into a shower of shredded leaves. “Anyone hungry?” the Professor’s shrill voice chimed. “Rex is always hungry, aren’t you Rex?” Lizzie’s eyes darted across to where Warrington was holding a small red ball between his fingers. Enormous jaws shot forward and closed around the air where the man had been standing. “Don’t snatch!” Warrington scalded, before tossing the ball into the air. There was a terrible ‘snap’ as titanic teeth came together high above Lizzie’s head. “Want a go lassie? He’s anybody’s for a tomato.” “No thanks,” Lizzie said, but felt the tomato Bayan escort Ankara being thrust into her hand regardless. Rex’s head followed Warrington. “Aye haven’t got it,” Warrington protested, revealing a twang of a Scottish accent. Rex sniffed as Warrington threw up his hands in explanation. Lizzie watched in mute horror as the head bent lower, searching for the fallen fruit. It moved slightly, left and right with each inhalation. Each time moving inexorably closer to Lizzie’s feet. Rex lifted his huge head and looked hungrily at Lizzie. Her heart stopped. The eyes blinked and he took a step back… and sat down. “Gud boy,” Warrington said. “Throw it for him, then,” he said to Lizzie. Lizzie threw the tomato as far and as hard as she could, thankful that the lunging dinosaur was lunging in the direction of away. When her attention returned to the new arrival, she found Warrington watching intently as her breasts settled back into position. He didn’t hide the fact that he was looking. “I’m sorry, I’m forgetting me manners: the name’s Minge, Warrington Minge.” “Lizzie, Lizzie Harrison.” Lizzie had the distinct impression that the vigorous handshake was an excuse to set her breasts jiggling. Yet somehow, the gaze wasn’t ‘pervy’ – just appreciative; the subtle difference between looking at a nude painting in an art exhibition and masturbating furiously over the centerfold of a pornographic magazine. “Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you, young Lizzie. You’re a fine looking woman.” “Thank you,” Lizzie said, automatically adjusting her hair. “Come-on, we’d better get going, or we’ll never hear the bloody end of it.” Lizzie realized that Richard and the Professor had disappeared from view. There was no telling which trail led to wherever they were going and there was a T-Rex doing unspeakable mischief in the bushes. Lizzie’s blood pressure leapt. This was somewhere Lizzie really didn’t want to be left alone. “That’s a very impressive looking weapon,” Lizzie said, desperately trying to start a conversation with the wild man in the camouflaged kilt. Minge looked down sharply. “That’s Bess,” he said, with a note of relief in his voice. “Bess?” “She’s a quad-barreled, semi-automatic elephant gun,” Minge said proudly, his hand stroking the open breech. Lizzie had never seen a gun like it. It looked for all the world like the main armament of a battleship. “Do you get many elephants on the island?” Lizzie asked, conversationally. “Not anymore,” Minge replied. A wild look took hold of his face and his quick eyes scanned the vegetation as though expecting a rampaging elephant to come bursting through at any second. Lizzie suddenly had a desperate urge to be alone. Rex’s head appeared through the bushes up ahead, checking on their progress. No, not alone. Away. Not here. “Tell me about this place,” Lizzie asked. “Well, this is La Isla Bonita, you know like the Madonna song. Otherwise known as the ABACUS.” “Abacus?” Lizzie asked. “Absolute Bollocks And Complete Utter Shite, if you ask me.” Lizzie frowned. Minge didn’t like to make pretty girls frown. “Advanced Biological And something something Studies. Cellular? Underhand? Unsavory? Sorry, I’m just the groundsman. It’s pretty advanced genetics anyway, as you can see from Rex here.” Minge’s forehead creased and he emitted a sharp whistle. The rustling which had been fading, started to get louder. Lizzie found that she barely flinched as Rex appeared above the bushes, tasted the air currents and immediately disappeared into the foliage on the other side of the track. “What about Richard and his Uncle, Thunderthighs wasn’t it, what’s their story? And where does that name come from?” “Fairfax is a family name, traced all the way back to the Parliamentary commander in the English Civil war at Adwalton Moor. Apparently, Richard’s great, great,” Minge motioned that he was skipping a few generations, “grandmother, well, she slept with the commander, Fairfax, and followed up by sleeping with what was left of his Cavalry – they were known as the Thunderthighs. She was a lady of, ah, negotiable affection.” “A prostitute?” “Yes, but don’t use that word around the dinner table. It’ll only upset them. I admire her. Full of spunk by all accounts.” Lizzie shivered. “She was an entrepreneur – which wasn’t easy for a woman in those days. When she fell pregnant, she opened a whorehouse. Lots of horny soldiers milling around the countryside, you see – clever woman, she made a mint. And what she started in Bradford in 1643, led directly to this.” This was a rather spectacular house squashed into a clearing in the jungle where the ground became suddenly steeper. It was Palladian in design but what made it so spectacular was there was just so much of it; as though the White House had been dropped into the Brazilian rain forest. “Money and plenty of it has been invested in this place,” Lizzie thought, as she followed Warrington up the steps. “Uh-oh,” Minge groaned. “Here comes trouble.” Lizzie watched as the girl clattered down the sweeping stairs. To say her appearance was immaculate was an understatement. Her skin was to die for, clear and bright with a golden glow as though she had trapped sunlight and was re-radiating it into the room. Her white sarong emphasized both the movement of athletic muscles and the prominent white triangles of her skimpy bikini; reddish golden curls bounced over strong shoulders. Lizzie swore that the sound of her heart grew louder as smoldering eyes gouged a critical path over her painfully white skin, down stubbly legs and dropped to badly chipped toenail polish before sweeping back up. She was mortified to be in such company – no wonder Richard never looked at her twice. “Hello, beautiful. I’m Amanda – Mandi to my friends.” Mandi stuck her hand out. Lizzie cringed as she saw the perfect manicure. An instant hatred filled Lizzie; she hated Mandi for the girl’s God-given flawless beauty, and the perfect life she was living and for the fact that she obviously had Richard. “Hi, Amanda,” Lizzie said, rather pointedly and felt an instant wave of guilt. It wasn’t Mandi’s fault. “I’m Eliza- Lizzie.” She managed a smile, although she felt like a ventriloquist manipulating a dummy’s face. Mandi didn’t seem to notice, her smile was more than wide enough to share between both sets of lips. Richard’s entrance jolted the girls back into the room.
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