than to even hint at the child’s defects to the mother. This pretty but unpleasant little bitch was Hazel Bannock’s only blind spot.
‘Please put me through to her there,’ said Hazel Bannock.
‘Certainly, Mrs Bannock.’ She heard him speak to the radio operator. The line clicked dead and then came to life again with the ringing tone. She waited for twelve rings and she was becoming restless before the receiver was lifted. Then she recognized her daughter’s voice.
‘Who is that? I left orders that I was not to be disturbed.’
‘Cayla baby!’
‘Oh, Mummy, so lovely to hear your voice. I have been waiting for you to call all day. I was beginning to think you didn’t love me any more.’ Her delight was evident, and Hazel’s heart swelled with maternal joy to hear it.
‘I have been awfully busy, darling. So much is happening here.’ Cayla, the pure one: the name she had chosen for her daughter was so appropriate. The image of the girl’s face appeared in her mind’s eye. Cayla’s skin always seemed to Hazel to be fashioned from translucent jade beneath which the young blood pulsed and glowed. Her eyes were a lighter, more ethereal blue than Hazel’s own. Purity of mind and spirit seemed to shine from them. At nineteen years of age she was a woman trembling on the brink, but still untouched, virginal, perfect. Hazel felt tears shimmer in her eyes as the strength of her love overwhelmed her. This child was the most important element in her life, this was what all the sacrifice and striving was for.
‘That’s my darling mummy. Only one speed. Full throttle!’ Cayla laughed sweetly, and slowly rolled off the masculine figure on the bed beneath her. Their naked bellies were stuck together with their sweat and they came apart with sucking reluctance. She felt his penis slither out of her followed by a warm gush of her own vaginal fluid. She felt empty without him deep inside her.
‘Tell me what you have been doing today,’ Hazel demanded. ‘Have you been studying?’ This was the reason why she had left the child on the Dolphin . Cayla’s term results had been abysmal. Her professor had threatened that without considerable improvement she would be sent down at the end of the year. Up to now only her mother’s large donations to the university coffers had saved Cayla from that fate.
‘I have to admit that I have been terribly lazy today, Mummy darling. I did not get out of bed until almost 9.30,’ and she smiled with a wicked slant of those innocent blue eyes and thought to herself, and not until Rogier had given me two monumental orgasms . She sat up on the white sheets and wriggled closer to his beautifully sleek and muscled body. His skin was glossy with sweat like melting chocolate. They were still touching and she drew her knees up to her chin and turned slightly so he could have an uninterrupted view of the nest of fine blonde hair nestling between the backs of her thighs. He reached out and parted her thighs gently and she shuddered as he spread the swollen lips of her vulva and his forefinger sought out the pink rosebud between them. She held the telephone receiver to her ear with her left hand and with the right reached down to his penis. He was still fully tumescent. Cayla had come to think of this organ as a separate entity with a life force of its very own. She even had a pet name for it. Blaise, the master of Merlin the magician. Blaise had bewitched her. He was stretched to his full majestic length, hard and glistening with her own sweet essence with which she had anointed him. She encircled his girth with her thumb and forefinger and began to milk him with slow voluptuous strokes.
‘Oh baby, you promised you would apply yourself to your studies. You are a clever girl, and with only a little effort I know you can do so much better.’
‘Today was an exception, Mummy. I have been working very hard all the other days. Today I started my monthly thing. I have had a terrible tummy