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course you nit wit,’ snapped Denny, his voice shrewish with relief.
    Cindy smiled and suddenly she was beautiful, ethereal.  Denny stepped back in shock.  Of course, Cindy was attractive – she worked hard at it.  But this was something different.  As he looked at her, Denny felt his head swim. 
    ‘I love it when you do that,’ she told him dreamily.
    ‘Do what?’ asked Denny knowing full well what she meant but inexplicably wanting to encourage her. 
    ‘You know,’ she said, ‘when you go all masterful.’  She gave a deep languorous sigh.  ‘It’s so sexy.’
    ‘Oh God’, said a little voice in the back of Denny’s head, but he scarcely heard it.  He brushed her face lightly, and she shivered ecstatically. 
    ‘Yeah?’ he said.  Something was bringing out the greasy rebel in him.*
    * [ All men have a little “rebel” in them ]
    Her hair was astonishingly beautiful, he realised suddenly.  It gleamed a pale gold in the … total lack of sunlight actually.  He shook himself, momentarily disorientated. He became vaguely aware of the sound of silvery laughter in the trees.  Then he looked at Cindy and forgot everything else.
    ‘Mmm.’ She leaned in toward him. 
    He grabbed her roughly by the shoulders and bent her head back. 
    She closed her eyes in anticipation ‘I always liked you,’ she told him. 
    Denny knew it. But his own feelings had always been somewhat ambivalent toward Cindy; he tolerated her – that was all.  And Cindy herself would never throw herself at him like this, she was too proud. 
    In the end, it was his sense of morality that stopped him.  Something was wrong with this scenario.  If he let himself be tempted, he would never forgive himself. 
    Oddly enough, it was not Tamar he was thinking of.  Cindy’s feelings may be real or not, but his own definitely were not, and he must not hurt her by taking advantage of this situation.  He drew back sharply and the world came back into focus.  He felt suddenly certain that they were being watched. 
    ‘It wasn’t real,’ he thought. 
    Cindy’s face mirrored his confusion.  ‘What just happened?’ she said. 
    ‘It doesn’t matter now,’ said Denny brusquely.  ‘Let’s get out of here.’
    ‘Where are we anyway?’
    Denny opened his mouth confidently and then shut it again abruptly.  ‘I have no idea,’ he admitted eventually. 
    Cindy rolled her eyes.  ‘Honestly!’ she sniped and Denny felt a strange sense of relief about this.  He wondered why.   
     
    ‘You don’t remember anything ?’ asked Tamar. 
    ‘No.’
    ‘No.’
    Both Denny and Cindy were tired, dirty and fed up, and Tamar’s relentless questioning was not helping.  Both also felt inexplicably guilty under Tamar’s accusing gaze. 
    ‘But you were gone for hours !’
    ‘I told you, we got lost,’ snapped Denny
    Tamar was not really suspicious. That was in their imagination; she was, in fact, only extremely worried, and it was making her push them.
    ‘But …’
    At that moment, rather fortuitously, Cindy fainted.  Denny had never been so grateful to her. 
    Then all warm and fuzzy feelings evaporated as Jacky came running into the room with a look of concentrated malevolence on his face and bit him on the leg. 
    It was surprisingly painful, and Denny fell as his ruptured leg collapsed beneath him.  ‘What the hell …?’
    Tamar never hesitated.  She swept Jacky up in an iron grip and belted him across the face in fury. 
    Jacky, not unpredictably, began to wail and struggle. The noise brought Hecaté running into the room.  She saw Denny and Cindy on the floor and Tamar gripping the screaming Jacky at arm’s length with a look of horror on her face, and a terrible fear took hold of her. What had the monster child done?* 
    *[ Now and then, Hecaté admitted to herself that she was afraid of Cindy’s baby ]
    ‘Let him go,’ Denny’s voice came from the floor.  He sounded calm enough, but there was an undertone