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company?”
    “Oh, yes please, mommy!”
    Laura opened the door and whistled. The sextet appeared as if by magic. As Laura let Lilly in, the others immediately tried to follow suit, only to have their hopes dashed. Their disappointment, however, was soon forgotten when they saw they got to accompany their mistress on a jog. All five tails wagged merrily as they set off.
    David’s headlights swung towards the gate just as she reached it. She stood aside to let him in, ordering the dogs to do the same. David drove in just far enough for the gate to close behind him, before stopping the car. The girls would do a runner if they were left alone with a half-open gate. Laura and David had learnt that the hard way. 
    Seeing Laura bend down to greet him through the window, David turned off the ignition and got out. The dogs were beside themselves with joy, as if they hadn’t seen him for weeks.
    David laughed. “At least there’ll always be someone that’s glad I’m home.”
    Laura slipped her arms round his neck. “ I’m glad you’re home,” she said, kissing him.
    And then the kiss that was supposed to have been a wifely welcome-home greeting turned into a hot, torrid affair. They groped each other like adolescents at a drive-in, panting and groaning against the car. Hands tore at clothes and unzipped jeans. And whether fuelled by secret thoughts of third parties or just by the heat of the moment, they wrestled each other to the front of the car. Under the cover of darkness, Laura lay back against the bonnet as David took his place between her legs.
    The dogs looked on, happily thumping their tails on the ground in time to the thrusting and grunting.

Chapter 16
     
     
     
    “Girls, don’t run off like that, you’ll get lost,” warned Laura, as Vanessa and Mariana squeezed past the throngs of tourists who filled the narrow street that served as the main thoroughfare in Óbidos.
    Like the other little alleyways, it was lined with medieval whitewashed houses with a blue or yellow trim.  Bougainvillea and geraniums adorned the tiny windows and doorways. Few people actually lived within the castle walls; in modern times the town had expanded and spread at the foot of the hill.
    “Let’s get away from the crowds. Why don’t we take one of these little side streets and make our way up to the castle wall?” suggested Sara.
    “Good idea,” agreed her husband.  “The girls are big enough now to manage those steep steps that lead to the top. We could walk the perimeter, as long as we hold their hands.”
    “I don’t know about that, Miguel,” cautioned David. “The cobblestones are slippery and there are no barriers or handrails to prevent you from taking a nasty tumble.” 
    “Oh, stop being such a worrywart, David,” replied Laura in an exasperated tone. “We’ll hold their hands, they’ll be fine. I don’t want Vanessa growing up to be a wimp who’s scared of everything.”
    David compressed his lips in disapproval but didn’t say anything.
    “Come on, David,” said Miguel. “You can tell me about that event on the way. The one you went to yesterday. Was it worthwhile?”
    “Yes, it was actually.  I think the whole team enjoyed it.”
    “Well, I’m sure David did. After all, Sabrina was there.”
    “Sabrina? Who’s that,” asked Miguel.
    David laughed.
    “Go on, tell them about your witch,” Laura chided.
    “Women!” said David, shaking his head. “Pay no attention to her, Miguel. We’d better hurry or we’ll lose sight of the girls. Let the women dawdle, if they must.”
    As the two friends rounded a corner, they saw a man bending over to talk to the girls. David frowned, quickened his pace and called out to Vanessa. She turned round and beckoned to her father. The man straightened and cleared his throat awkwardly.
    He looked harmless enough, thought David. Perfectly ordinary, in fact: medium height, medium weight, brown hair and brown eyes. Still, you never knew. He’d have a word

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