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said, as they finally broke apart.
    "Of course I do," he said. "And you..."
    "I know," she grinned. 
    Sofia and Marco were talking in Spanish
together, casual, giving their new friends ample opportunity to say
their goodbyes in this potentially pivotal moment in their
relationship.
    "Are you sure you're sure about all this?"
Caitlyn said to Leo, earnest, understanding. 
    Leo took a deep breath. Yes. He was certain
in his head that he wanted to at least try this, and it wasn't just
because Sofia was a beautiful girl. 
    Something about the thought of Caitlyn going
off with someone else, with Marco, appealed for some
reason. He wasn't sure whether it was the almost exquisite
pinch of pain and excitement, or the thought of how exhilarated his
beloved fiancée would be from it all. Or even the thought that
while he was away with Sofia, his fiancée would be feeling that
same powerful mix of emotions from the thought of what the French
girl was doing with him.
    Perhaps it was a purely selfish thought that
allowing Caitlyn freedom meant he himself could spend time with
Sofia guilt-free.
    But oh, how Caitlyn would blush when the
Spaniard was with her - that notion alone turned Leo on like
nothing else. He had a fetish concerning his fiancée's blushes.
    "Yes," he said, making certain he sounded as
confident as he could. "I'm sure. Are you sure?"
    She nodded. Her face was so bright, so full
of energy, and yet underneath it all, looking into those big green
eyes, he could see how nervous she was. She said: "It's just a
vacation, right?"
    "We'll have fun," he said.
    "Yes, we will, won't we? And you'll enjoy
being with Sofia, and you won't be afraid."
    He shook his head gently. "And you'll have a
good time with Marco," he said, "And when you're ready, you'll get
to know him... intimately."
    Caitlyn blushed furiously. It quite took
Leo's breath away. 
    She said, "You still have your... purchase...
from the pharmacy?"
    He nodded, batting the little cardboard box
in his back pocket. "You?"
    "Yes. And you'll call me, won't you? If you
feel bad."
    "Of course I will, and you'll call me,
likewise?"
    She nodded, swallowed. It was strange, it
felt like some kind of airport parting, that they wouldn't be
seeing each other for a long while. Leo took a deep breath, feeling
the peculiar sensation that he was welling up, that if he didn't
control himself, there might even be tears.
    Perhaps, in a way, this would be the last
time he saw Caitlyn. This Caitlyn. They might be very different
people the next time they were in each others' arms.
    This was the risk that they were taking. The
pursuit of a genuine thrill rarely came without a price.
    She kissed him again, and even through their
clothes, he could feel her breasts squeezing against him, he could
sense a slight tremor in her body, confirming that she was feeling
exactly the same way as he was. There was something somehow
reassuring in that.
    "You'll call me anyway, won't you?" she said
as they parted again. "Tonight?"
    "Absolutely," he said, "I promise."
    She mouthed the words: "I love you."
    He smiled, returning those same words to his
fiancée. 
    And she stepped away.
     
     
     

Chapter Six
     
     
    Marco and Sofia were all smiles as they saw
that the American couple was finished now, and still firmly in the
game. Marco looked to Caitlyn, and she sidled up to him, taking a
proffered hand.
    Sofia gazed at Leo, those soulful blue eyes
of hers searching for signs within his that he was ready, that he
had prepared himself, that he wasn't hiding anything that might
suggest he was only doing this because his partner was doing
this.
    He smiled at the golden-haired beauty, and
she gave him an appreciative nod, simultaneously praising him for
his courage and seeking to put him at ease.
    "So," Marco said with that big grin of his,
"Assuming all goes well, we will meet each other again tomorrow
before dinner, yes?"
    "Sounds like a good idea," Leo said, thinking
it sounded like a very long time to be