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Monaco, then sailed our yacht down to Ibiza.   Apparently, he plans to stay at our
Ibiza estate to do some sailing and clear his head.   I will fly the two of you down there to
confront Nikos.   Then we can settle
this once and for all.”
    “Ibiza you say?” asked Pepe.
    “Annalisa will have my jet
prepped.   I have a few things to
tend to.   Someone will be along to
sort you so you can freshen up and we will leave in --,” Stratos put his finger
to his ear as Annalisa had earlier.   “Yes, we can leave within the hour.   I will meet you at the chopper.”
     
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Chapter 61
    Paris, Years Ago
     
     
    The bathroom floor was covered
with layers of newspaper.   Cameron
had cleared one of little Moby’s messes earlier, and already there was another
pool in the corner.   Christine sat
on the edge of the bed gazing down at the small brown ball frolicking at her
feet.   “He is so cute,” she said,
“this petit doggy.”
    Ten million years of evolution
coursed through Cameron.   He had
made Christine happy and countless sparking endorphins issued his biological
reward with a sense of elation, a euphoric wellbeing.   The wine and chocolate did not hurt
either.   In his hand, he held the
last of the wine, a half bottle of vin rouge pulled from the top of their short
refrigerator.   In his other hand,
two small fruit glasses were pinched between his fingers.   Cameron winked at Christine, put the
bottle to his mouth, pulled the cork with his teeth, and then with a huff sent
the plug flying across the room.
    Christine giggled.   She spoke softly, seduction in her eyes,
“So gallant.”
    Cameron filled the two small
glasses with a single pour and then offered one to Christine.   “I aim to please Mademoiselle.”
    “Merci Monsieur,” said
Christine.   She sipped then stopped,
overtaken by another giggle.
    Cameron leaned forward to give
Christine a quick peck.   When he
placed his mouth upon hers, she hooked an arm around his neck and squeezed,
lifting herself from the bed to pull him down.   Caught in the embrace, Cameron’s balance
wavered and he began to sink forward.   The farther he leaned the more passionately she kissed, melting into
him, drawing him to the mattress.   Awkwardly contorted, he continued to kiss her until he could lean no
farther without spilling wine.   He
shifted his foot to correct himself and lowered her gently back onto the bed,
extending his arm up and away to balance the glass in his hand.
    Free of her weight, Cameron
unlocked the kiss and rubbed his nose against Christine’s.   “Careful, unless you want a wine
shower.”
    “Would that be so bad?”
    Cameron scrunched up one side of
his face.   “Maybe white wine would
be better.”
    Christine set her glass of wine
down on the bedside table, raised her arms up to embrace an invisible shower,
and exclaimed, “Bathe me in a shower of champagne?”
    “You would like that would you?”
    “Oui,” said Christine, her voice
cute.   “Then you can clean me.”   She lifted her arms open to him.   Cameron had another sip of his wine, set
the glass near Christine’s, and then settled into her embrace, this time
falling with her onto the mattress.   She touched her lips softly to his, her mouth open, not a full kiss, a
precursor, a tease of what was to come next.   She pulled slightly away and then kissed
him again, this time with more intensity, more passion, and then the two rolled
on their backs.   They gazed up at
what could have been a field of stars yet was merely plaster, dinged in spots,
and yellowed in others.   Cameron
raised his forearm and Christine coiled hers so that the palms of their hands
met and their fingers could clasp.   This happened so naturally, in unison, their bodies, and minds
synchronizing.
    Christine’s voice was musically
dreamy, “Today was perfect.   I want
you to be with me always.”
    “That would be nice,” said
Cameron.   He wanted to be calm,
truthful,