'I'm sure I've seen her somewhere before,' she muttered, then once again went absolutely scarlet as she realized that Sarah was the beautiful blonde who'd been playing nude tennis with Rupert. 'Cameron was so furious she went out and hurled the roses over the balcony, watching them whizz round and round until they landed on a mob of cheering fans. 'I'm getting out of here, and I never want to see you again. Even Dorothy Dove speaks with a London accent.
Suddenly feeling incredibly randy, she hoped Rupert hadn't got anything planned for the afternoon. Half a mile upstream, the village of Penscombe, with its church spire and ancient ash-blond houses, lay in a cleavage of green hills like a retirement poster promising a happy future. 'Reaching for his racket, Rupert let his towel drop: 'Forty love wasn't it, darling?'The blonde girl giggled again. 'Turn it off,' said Cameron sharply.
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