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was turned to one side to look at her as he lay on his stomach. It
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was a more sensual and loving position than laying on his back,
naked, but not revealing.
Now what? He asked of her.
Close your eyes and imagine that you are just floating on a
cloud. I shall turn the light down and lay next to you. Try not to
touch me, but instead see if you can sense me. Do not open your
eyes.
Anne wanted to see how much in touch with her Gerald
actually was. The trick was so see if they could touch each other s
fingertips in the dark, and without prior touching of any part of
their bodies to give them an initial point of reference. It really
worked best on a hard surface that gave no hint of proximity, but all
she had was the bed, and that would have to do.
She turned the small bedside light off and lay down on the
bed. The room seemed very dark, but Anne guessed that both their
eyes would soon adjust and she wanted no cheating. Shush, keep
your eyes closed she whispered as he started to speak. After a few
minutes of laying in stillness and silence she spoke. Now extend
your arm and stretch out your fingers, but keep your eyes closed.
She reached out with her own hand, widened her fingers, and
then moved her hand in roughly his direction. She kept her own
eyes closed, she did not want to influence the moment. If he was
doing the same, then their hands would touch. She felt his touch
briefly and he was quick. As soon as their fingers had touched, he
had closed his fingers, grasping hers, their fingers intertwined,
locking her hand in his embrace. She felt him move as the bed
dipped and then he settled upon her, straddling her legs, her hand
still trapped in his.
His lips brushed hers and her tongue slipped between her lips,
darting out in surprise at the contact, her voice releasing an ooh at
the accuracy of his touch. She felt him settle upon her, his lips
working at hers, his tongue now pushing to invade her mouth. Her
heart began to beat faster, its echo loud in her ear. There was a
quiver about her that she had not felt before; it was an anticipation
of love, not simply an expectation of sex. She reached back with her
free hand and was startled when her fingers were gripped and she
found both hands in his tight embrace. His weight was not fully on
her, her breathing not impeded, but his breathing was deep and
syncopated with her own as if tribal drums beat in her ears, their
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tune heady and sensual. His sparse chest hair gave a light tickle to
her breast as he moved slowly above her, his lips murmuring his
love, his body demonstrating how hard and how deep. She gasped
as her quiver grew into a tingle and then exploded, taking her by
surprise by its intense depth, her fingers tightening and toes curling
as the pleasure deepened and the breath rushed from her body.
Never before had Anne felt like this. Never before had she
experienced the depths of pleasure that simple uncomplicated
lovemaking could bring, never before had she been quite so in love.
Bath, for her, would forever be her City of Love. For the first time
in her life, she had experienced true feelings of love and she was
overwhelmed. Tears began to leak from the corner of her eyes and
she almost fainted as her emotions ran uncontrolled through her
body when, in total darkness and silence, Gerald s lips kissed her
tears away.
He now had four vans and his plan was coming together. The
former RAF warehouse was perfectly located for his needs and was
available for another six months. It was then to be demolished and
modern commercial premises were to be erected in its place. Until
then, the landowners had let various units on short lets. A plumbing
wholesaler was one of the short-term lets, they were apparently
moving into a new unit that was currently under construction on
another site. Yasser Rashid used the wholesaler to buy some pipe
and jointing compound; it added a reason for his personal sign
written van being seen on the site.
He had a growing collection of bags, packets and boxes of
nails and screws, and he considered that all was going well. He had
constructed a wooden box inside each van that over a metre in each
dimension. He had put an additional layer of steel sheet into the
bottom of the box. This would reduce any of the force of the
explosive being expended in a downwards direction. When finished,
he would also place steel sheet on the top of the box to reduce the
upwards blast. The bases of the boxes were then layered with
broken glass bottles. The glass was packing, but was lightweight,
very sharp, and would fly a great distance, causing maximum
damage on its way. In the centre of the box on top of the glass he
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had placed a cube of explosive, and then started to pack nails, nuts,
and finally, bolts around it. He would continue until the box was
full. He planned to also put an anti tamper fuse inside the box,
should anyone attempt to open the sealed van or box, the bomb
would explode. Once sealed, the box would then be surrounded, in
the space left in the van, by gas cylinders, the sort sold for
plumbers, chefs and campers, and also with plastic canisters of
petrol, the sort sold in garages for people to refill their cars. He
would mix liquid rubber with the petrol to make it gel like and
sticky, a version of Napalm, with the same horrifying effects as seen
during the Vietnam war. In other words, his bomb would be
exacerbated by seemingly innocent objects sold quite legitimately all
over the country. He had not drawn attention to himself by buying
the ingredients, such as fertiliser, to make his own explosives. He
knew full well that such purchases would almost certainly draw
attention to him. As the explosive was not home made it also
reduced the risk of failure. It was in fact Tetrafluoronite, a
readymade explosive that had come from the Benefactor by means
of the river deliveries. Each finished bomb would weigh over a ton,
and Yasser Rashid also intended that the vans would each be full of
fuel, thus adding to the mix at detonation.
Tetrafluoronite was a former Soviet Empire explosive, putty
like in consistency and having amongst the biggest per pound
explosive value of any compound this side of nuclear. Yasser Rashid
though that nuclear bombs were stupid. What was the point of a
bomb that just killed everyone and destroyed all the buildings and
then left the land poisoned, unsuitable for crops? Such things were
abominations and not the will of Allah. To get your message across
needed terror, and terror was delivered by injuring and maiming, as
well as killing. Kill a few, main a few more, injure many more; that
was the best way he felt, and that was exactly what his bombs were
designed to do. When detonated, the tetrafluoronite would hurl a
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