Sarah bounced around in the back of the beat-up 4 x 4 Land Rover as it went up and down the goat tracks that passed for roads in the border mountains. She braced herself for the next bump and grimaced. Another six hours and she'd be in Westland, or so the smuggler had told her. Two motorcycle guardians rode ahead and one behind, their weapons at the ready. It had already been 24 hours of dust, stink, awful food, and grotty sex to get her this far! The smuggler, Rodinas, flashed her a smile and told her they were almost at the border!

Only three days ago Matron had taken Sarah to the Fantasian Intelligence Directorate for the briefing on Operation Cyclone. Sarah had been a little uncomfortable to meet the Director, Major-General Athlone, who was to brief them in on the mission details. After all, Athlone was an Elder, and Sarah had serviced him several times. He pretended not to know her, but Sarah had clear memories of his pot belly shaking as he tit-fucked her the week previous. Athlone delivered a concise briefing on the plan. Fantasian intelligence had planted a tracker on Robson during his Temple visit, and they knew his location exactly. The plan was to put it about that Sarah had defected from the Temple and was trying to escape to Westland. This would reach the ears of Colonel Robson who would be sure to rescue her. A Fantasian intelligence agent, a renowned smuggler who worked both sides of the fence, would smuggle Sarah into Westland near Colonel Robson’s airbase. Once across the border, Sarah was to insist on seeing Colonel Robson, whom, they assumed, would sweep her up into his loving arms. After a couple of weeks Sarah was to persuade Robson to defect to Fantasia. Simple!

“Just how am I to persuade him?” asked Sarah. “I mean, if we’re both happy together in Westland, why would we go to Fantasia?”

General Athlone smiled. “Because if you don’t bring him back, we’ll hang your parents in the Central Square. Tell him that.”

“He won’t believe that!” said Sarah. “Why would he?”

Athlone put his finger to his chin for a moment, as if thinking deeply. “Hmm, you have a point. Maybe we should hang your little brother first, just to be more convincing!”

Sarah felt sick to her stomach. “No, please, that won’t be necessary! I’ll get him to defect, don’t worry!”

“And get him to bring us one of those new attack helicopters, the Sabre 52!”  Matron chimed in. “We’d sure like to get a look at one of those, wouldn’t we General!”

Athlone nodded his head. “Yes! Get him to bring one of those across and you’ll be set for life, young woman!

With that Matron hustled Sarah off to meet the smuggler.

Colonel Robson stood before his commander, Major-General Starsky. Starsky looked at the portfolio on his desk and nodded his head.

“You know this is a honey trap,” he said. “The Fantasians have set this up. This girl is an agent. It’s likely she feels nothing for you.”

Robson drew in his breath. “I may be a fool, sir, but I believe her affection for me is genuine. I know the Fantasians will try to use her, but once here, I believe she will be true to our side.”

Starsky sighed.  “Well, we do owe you one for planting those recording devices during your Temple visit. They are delivering an absolute treasure trove of intelligence, since those Fantasian Elders get quite talkative when they are with the girls. So, we’ll help you out.”

Robson smiled. “Thank you, sir. What about her family?”

“As it happens, the smuggler, Rodinas, works for us also. After delivering the girl, he is going to pick up the family and get them across. It’s high risk, but the pay off is big, so it’s worth it!”

Robson saluted and left the office. His next stop was the border post where Rodinas was to smuggle Sarah into Westland. He could hardly wait to see her!

“Remember, we’ll be watching you all the time,” said Matron. “Don’t think about trying anything funny, or your parents will get it!”

Sarah promised Matron she would succeed.

“Oh, there’s one more thing,” said Matron. “Rodinas, the smuggler, only took the mission if you agree to free-use during the trip. Despite the enormous sum we’re paying him, it seems he wants your ass also! I checked with the Master, and he’s signed off on it. So, I’d advise you to make him happy during the trip or he’s liable to dump you out in the desert somewhere! Got it?”

Sarah was miserable and said little during the 90-minute trip to the smuggler’s lair. The only bright light was the thought of meeting Robson again and being held in his strong arms. That thought alone was enough to keep her going! Finally, they arrived at a ramshackle garage on the outskirts of town. Matron parked the car and took Sarah in to meet Rodinas.

To her surprise, Rodinas was a strikingly handsome man, about forty-five. He had the air of an adventurer, in his rumpled bush shirt and worn blue jeans. His face was weathered and tanned, but his features were regular, his mouth sensual. He greeted Matron with a friendly wave.

“Ah, you must be Matron,” he said. “We spoke on the phone. But forgive me, I never imagined your lovely voice could be so far excelled by your beauty! What grace, what a figure you present! Indeed, you could be Matron of my heart, if you could but permit this lowly servant to aspire to such a thing!” He waved his hand toward his office. “Let us have tea and discuss this adventure upon which we will embark, presently!”

Sarah could see Matron melting at the compliments as she struggled to stick to the business at hand.

“May I present Sarah,” she said. “She is the one whom you shall deliver as instructed by our friend, Athlone.”

Rodinas cast his eyes toward Sarah and grunted. “Yes, the cargo,” he said, dismissively. Managing a smile, he added, “Yes, Sarah, please join us for tea. You are welcome! I assure you of a safe and interesting journey!”

Sarah knew what effect she had on men like Rodinas, and realized he was hiding his true emotion to butter up Matron, his paymaster for this little jaunt. As they sat down for tea, the charade continued. Rodinas made a show of preparing the tea, providing little cakes, nodding sagely as Matron discussed the arrangements. He managed to brush his hands against Matron several times, and Sarah noticed she smiled and squirmed the closer he got. Finally, her curiosity boiled over.

“Sarah,” said Matron, “Why don’t you go and check out the accommodation in the Land Rover? Rodinas and I have some final details to discuss, in private.” Matron motioned Sarah towards the door.

Sarah shrugged and left the office. Careful to not close the door all the way, she wasted no time looking at the battered Land Rover! Instead, she stayed and peered through the crack, to see what Matron was up to. Sarah suspected Matron’s affair with the Master had unleashed her inner slut, and she soon saw she was not wrong.

Matron and Rodinas were already kissing passionately. Rodinas massaged her ass, and she hugged him tightly. Presently Rodinas unbuttoned Matron’s blouse and began kissing her breasts. As Matron had never had children, her breasts were still firm and high, her nipples proud in the cool air. Matron shivered as Rodinas circled her nipples with his tongue, lightly biting and sucking. Matron stepped back and dropped her panties from under her skirt, her breasts swaying provocatively as she moved. Clearly, time was of the essence! Rodinas placed his hands on her shoulders as she leaned down, tugged open his blue jeans and freed his cock. Dropping to her knees on the Persian carpet, Matron began worshipping Rodina’s cock, kissing it passionately, stroking it and lapping up his streaming precum. Rodinas began to groan like a bull in heat, playing with Matron’s hair as she sucked him. After a few minutes Matron released him, stood up, leaned against the wall and lifted her skirt. Rodinas stepped out of his jeans, pushed against her, and lifting one of her legs, entered her with a smooth, swift, stroke. Matron gazed into his eyes as he slid his cock in and out of her pussy, and she grunted like an animal with each stroke. Rodinas knew his craft and altered his rhythm to bring her excitement to a peak, alternately teasing her pussy and then ramming fully into its depths. Matron’s gaze broke and her eyes rolled back as she cried out in ecstasy.

Sarah watched the sexual act unfold before her eyes, aroused despite herself. Matron moaned and grunted, pushing her hips forward to meet Rodinas’ thrusts as she submitted to this powerful man. Presently Rodinas began to grunt with the effort, but kept his eyes locked on Matron’s tits as he rammed her pussy up against the wall. His fucking became harder and more rapid, and Matron started to scream her pleasure at being taken like a backstreet slut by this gangster. Rodinas then closed his eyes and concentrated on his few final thrusts. Sarah touched herself, rubbing her pussy through her slacks, feeling her own orgasm approaching.

“Fuck, fuck,” he moaned. “Oh my god, you are so beautiful, I’ve never had ass so good!” Sarah saw Rodinas slam Matron against the wall like an animal as he emptied himself into her pussy. Matron screeched and hung on for dear life as she came in unison with her stud, wrapping both legs around his hips, countering his paradise thrust with her full weight on her pussy. Sarah rubbed herself harder and embraced her own orgasm as she watched the lovers complete their lustful act. Finally done, Rodinas staggered over to the office couch and dropped Matron onto the cushions. Sarah continued to spy at the door.

“That was exquisite, my dear,” gushed Rodinas as he readjusted his jeans. “I look forward to seeing you again after I discharge the mission with which you have entrusted me. Count me as your servant from this moment on!” Matron lay back on the couch, bare-breasted and grinning like an idiot, panting after her ravishment. Sarah backed away from the door and went over to the Land Rover, not wanting her voyeurism to be discovered.

Rodinas strode out the door and joined her, grinning. Sarah had already positioned herself by the passenger door, ready to go, her small backpack in her hand. Rodinas leaped into the driver’s seat and Sarah threw herself inside just in time to get settled before Rodinas sent the ancient vehicle lurching out of the garage’s driveway onto a dusty back road. In a few minutes the garage was far behind.

“Your Matron is a formidable woman,” laughed Rodinas as he drove. “Does she drop her panties for any good-looking man, or does she have more sense normally?”

Sarah laughed. “No, she’s developed some new dimensions to her sexuality, I guess. We Temple Girls always thought of her as strait-laced. I sort of tricked her into shagging the Master of the Temple and ever since she has gone a little wild.” Sarah was starting to like Rodinas. Yes, he was a rogue, but there was a gentle side beneath.

They drove for hours, far beyond the pale of civilization into the mountains that marked the hinterland, the territory of the fiercely independent border tribes that refused to recognize any authority but their own. Agents of Fantasia and Westland played a dangerous game here, trying to sway allegiances with gold and promises, usually losing their heads in the process. Rodinas moved easily among the tribes, having been adopted into several and thus was able to run his smuggling operation smoothly, to the benefit of all.

Rodinas was charming and funny, ruggedly handsome, and intelligent. Sarah remembered that Matron had told her she was “free use” as part of the deal, and wondered when Rodinas might invoke that aspect of the operation. She started thinking that she wouldn’t mind being taken by him, in fact she was intrigued.  It wasn’t long before Rodinas steered the conversation in that direction.

“I did insist with Matron that you had to be part of the deal, that your charms had to be at my disposal, as it were. You must understand, it was not for myself that I asked it to be thus. No! Never would Rodinas touch a woman who did not desire it fully, who had any reservations to give herself totally to my pleasure! That is not my way! Have no fear, Sarah, my beautiful Temple girl!”

Sarah almost blushed at his gallantry. She was beginning to feel that she wouldn’t mind if Rodinas “touched” her! She had seen him at work with Matron and could use the same treatment herself. Sarah gave him a coquettish look, and Rodinas grinned.

“No, it is not what you think!” he added. “These tribes, these wild tribes on whose aid we must rely, they have certain customs. It would not be safe for a woman to travel alone! Ah, we are coming to our destination for tonight, this village up ahead. You will see for yourself!”

The Land Rover roared into the centre of a small village in a cloud of dust. Villagers scurried out of the way, chickens squawked, and dogs barked as Rodinas slammed the brakes and stopped just outside what seemed to be the only official building around. It featured a large wolf’s head mounted above the doorway, and an inscription in a language she could not read.

Rodinas leaped out and ran around to open the door for Sarah. As she left the Land Rover, Sarah noticed some swarthy young men, wearing checkered scarves and armed with AK-47s, getting an eyeful of her red hair and ample breasts, barely contained by her sheer blouse. Rodinas led her to the door, where they were met by an impressive woman, dressed in woven cloth of cunning designs and fabulous colors. She wore a wolf’s head as a headdress and seemed to be in charge. Rodinas spoke to her, gesturing frantically and motioning to Sarah. At length the woman nodded and motioned them to go inside the building.

Once inside they sat at a small table. A young woman brought tea immediately, and Rodinas and the woman continued the conversation. Again, Sarah felt they were talking about her. And why not! After all, she was the reason Rodinas had come to this place. Sweets and strange meat dishes followed the tea, and Sarah found herself hungry enough to gobble down the delicacies set before her. Rodinas and the woman concluded their conversation. Rodinas turned to Sarah with a smile.

“It is arranged, then,” he said. “You will be provided with an escort across the border by their warriors. These are the young men you saw outside, so sturdy and so handsomely armed. The headwoman has set but one condition!”

“And what is that?” asked Sarah, cautiously.

“These young men, the guardians, they have just reached the age of majority in this tribe, which is nineteen. This society is very traditional, and so these young men have never enjoyed the charms of a woman, for to do so outside of marriage would be to invite a blood feud. But you, as an outsider, you can provide this experience without triggering any violence! And as a priestess of the Temple, well! The tribal women encourage young men to gain experience prior to marriage, to ensure a suitable performance on the sacred night they join with their wife. The Headwoman is delighted you have agreed to provide that service.”

Sarah looked a little doubtful. Rodinas tried to reassure her.

 “I swear to you, that if you do this thing, you will be escorted safely to the border and be reunited with your lover. For these men, the guardians, would die rather than see harm befall you once you have graced their bed. You see how it must be!” Rodinas spread his arms wide as a sign of resignation.

Sarah raised an eyebrow. Elders sometimes brought their sons to the Temple for initiation, and although she had not experienced this, the other girls had told her stories about the delights of introducing a young man to the mysteries of Venus. It could be fun!

“I think I could see my way to initiating them, since it will further our purpose,” she said. “How many guardians are we talking about?” she asked.

Rodinas laughed. “Three only! Trust me, they will be your servants for life if you do this thing!”

So, it was arranged. The Headwoman took Sarah to a nearby house where she could bathe and freshen up. The Headwoman made her to understand through gestures that the young men would be bathed also. Two local girls dried her off, rubbed her skin with olive oil and did her hair up with mountain flowers. Draped with an additional garland of flowers to conceal her breasts, Sarah was led to another candle-lit room in the house. It was furnished with a large bed, gauzy curtains, mirrors, and an enchanting scent. Sarah took position on the bed and waited. Soft music filtered in from some unseen source.

In a few moments the first young man appeared. He was strong and lithe, with curly black hair and a slight beard. He wore nothing and giggled nervously. Sarah patted the bed beside her to indicate he should sit beside her.

The young man sat beside her and crossed his hands over his lap, nervously, not daring to look at her. Sarah began caressing his neck and delivered slight nibbling kisses to his shoulders. After a few moments she directed his head gently down to her bosom, causing him to brush his lips across her nipples. He gave them a tentative lick and Sarah rewarded him with an exaggerated sigh. As he licked and sucked, Sarah gently pushed his hands away from his lap.

She squealed in delight to see his rock-hard penis standing almost vertically against his stomach. This was going to be good! Her pussy ached as Sarah reached over and gave his cock a tentative stroke.  He stiffened immediately and cried out. After two small strokes he flinched and streams of gobby cum shot out from the tip, streaking a full two feet upwards to hit her full in the face. Shocked, Sarah grabbed his cock and gave it a savage pounding, making him shout and cry as if he were going to pass out. More cum shot out, bathing her nipples with sticky goo, but after a few strokes he pushed her hand away and ran out of the room! So much for number one!

Sarah cleaned up with a convenient towel and had barely composed herself when the second man entered the room. He was lean and muscular, smooth skinned and beautiful. He smiled as he saw Sarah’s naked form in the flickering light, and he sat beside her on the bed, embracing her gently.  They kissed, and Sarah could tell that he was a complete novice. He pressed too heavily on her lips, and immediately tried to shove his tongue down her throat, while his hands began to maul her breasts roughly. Sarah pushed him back gently, put a finger to her lips and shook her head slightly while flashing him a pretty smile. He got the message and allowed Sarah to take the initiative. Soon she was kissing him gently, lightly dancing across his lips, letting her tongue play gently with hers. Being careful not to touch his hyper-sensitive cock, Sarah took his hands and laid them carefully on her breasts, guiding his fingers up to stimulate her nipples gently. She felt tingles in her groin as she touched his muscular chest, felt the warmth of his skin next to hers, and tasted his sweet lips. His hand wandered to her lap, and Sarah adjusted her legs to give him access. Again, Sarah was subjected to a rough exploration by his busy hand, and after a few painful pinches, Sarah pushed him away gently.

Clearly a new approach was needed! Sarah motioned him to stay where he was. She leaned back on the bed and spread her pussy lips to give him a better view. She found herself to be surprisingly wet! He watched her move her fingers deftly to massage her lips, rub her clit gently and insert a finger inside for a sensuous stroking. Sarah emitted a theatrical moan and was pleased to see the young man lick his lips in anticipation. He also dropped a hand down to his cock and began twisting the tip between his fingers. Sarah knew she had to get his hands put to better use or she was going to see a repeat of the first guardian’s premature eruption! She reached forward, grabbed his hand, and pulled it toward to her pussy.

Sarah’s demonstration had its effect! The young man began to explore her cunt with his fingers, clumsily probing and rubbing. The sensations were divine, as Sarah found herself excited at the prospect of this stud filling her with his cock – but not yet! She moaned to encourage his attentions and he began to finger fuck her vigorously. Yet, he touched her clit only accidentally, so Sarah decided to help herself along the road to heaven by touching herself as he slid his fingers in and out. This did the trick, and Sarah started climbing the stairway to bliss, when suddenly he broke away, pushed her flat on the bed and tried to enter her. Sarah loved the feeling of his weight on her, pushing her down, but his cock failed to find its target. He flailed around, emitting a chorus of grunts and moans as he pushed his hard on against her thighs, ass cheeks, tummy – generally anywhere except where she wanted it! Time for action!

Sarah managed to reach down and grab his cock as it flailed around and directed it to her pussy lips. Sure enough, once she got his tip to the right spot he was able to push through and Sarah felt him slip inside. She gave it a gentle squeeze with her pussy muscles and was rewarded with immediate thrusts deep inside. Wow! This is what her cunt had been craving for hours, a good, hard cock! It felt really good!

The young man started fucking her furiously, without restraint, slamming his meat against her mound. The sensations were wonderful, but Sarah realized he wouldn’t be there long at this rate. But she was riding a runaway train at this point, so Sarah concentrated on pushing up against his thrusts. Sure enough, he began to cry out and thrash as his orgasm overtook him, and he pumped load after load into Sarah’s pussy and shoved his cock as deeply as possible into her pussy. Finally, he gave a last gasp and collapsed onto Sarah’s breast. She cradled his head against her tits and cooed gently in his ear. Her pussy ached with the need for its own resolution, but Sarah realized she was out of luck with this stud.

The young man lay panting on top of her for a few minutes, and then rolled off. Flashing her a big smile and saying something unintelligible, he stood up and left the room. Sarah cleaned herself up as best she could, rearranged the covers and prepared to welcome her third young guardian to her bed.

Soon enough, her final date arrived. He was slightly shorter and stockier than the first two, and he seemed to know what he wanted. Sarah sat on the edge of the bed, as she had before, and instead of sitting beside her, he stood in front and played gently with her breasts. His hands betrayed some experience, as he tweaked her nipples gently and caressed her breasts with care. He initiated a kiss, and Sarah found she enjoyed his tongue play and gentle nibbling. He was either a natural, or he’d been fucking some tribal woman behind her husband’s back!

Taking Sarah’s hand, he guided it down to his cock. It was smallish, but thick and rock hard. Sarah felt her pussy ache as she contemplated how it would feel inside her. She stroked it gently, rubbing the tip with his precum, and heard him moan as she did so. After a few strokes, he sat on the bed and gently pulled Sarah’s face toward his cock. This one knew what he wanted! Sarah sucked his cock head gently, licking up the precum and stroking gently. He rewarded her with appreciative moans and caressed her breasts as she sucked him.

Wanting to get a better angle to deep throat this young stud, Sarah got on her knees and leaned forward into his lap. He wasn’t too big, so it was easy to get him all in, wrap her lips around the base of his penis and give him a good suck. She moved her mouth up and down his shaft, cradling his balls as she ran her tongue around his delicious shaft. Her pussy ached, and she felt a desperate need to have a cock inside her. In fact, it almost felt as if a hard shaft was pushing…cripes, there was someone behind her!

Sarah stopped sucking long enough to glance behind her. The first guardian was back, and had gotten onto the bed behind her, his cock poking between her legs. Sarah flashed him a smile and nodded before settling her lips back on to the cock in her hands. The two men laughed, and Sarah felt a large shaft penetrating her pussy from behind. The newcomer had no more art than the previous guy, but what Sarah needed right now was a furious fucking and that is exactly what she got. He pounded her like a madman, ramming his cock into her dripping pussy, already slick from the cum deposited by the previous guardian. Sarah could barely contain her ecstasy as she sucked and fucked through the next few minutes. She continued to deep throat the man in front, and from his frantic groans she could tell he was on the verge of completion. The man behind was absolutely thrashing her ass as he pummeled her pussy. He had already blown his load earlier that evening, so was able to go longer and harder, something Sarah appreciated. She felt her own explosion building, and just as the lover in her mouth started shooting streams of hot cum down her throat, she began to climax. She struggled to swallow as her body spasmed and thrashed from the rivers of pleasure running through her brain. She let go of the cock, cum dribbling out of her mouth onto the sheets as she buried her head in the bed and gave herself up to the pounding her ass was receiving from the man behind. She prayed he would finish, and she clenched her pussy muscles to bring him off, but the young stud just went on and on. A second orgasm followed the first, then a third, and still the fucking did not stop. Finally, Sarah heard him cry out and she felt his cock spasm within her as he dropped his second load of the night. After a final thrust, he withdrew. The two men left, and Sarah fell into a gentle sleep on the bed, exhausted.

In the morning, Sarah awoke refreshed, anxious to complete her journey. The Headwoman’s servant girls helped her bathe and dress, and she enjoyed a hearty breakfast of substantial tribal specialties. Rodinas sat at the table, smiling, chatting noisily with the Headwoman, while her three guardians stood by the Land Rover, expressionless, scarves over their heads, weapons at the ready. Each wore a wolfskin cape against the cool mountain air.

Sarah had expected Rodinas to visit her bed during the night, to avail himself of her charms, but to her surprise he kept talking about Matron, about what a fine woman she was. It seemed she had captivated him, and that he was making plans for a future that included Matron! Sarah could not have been more surprised and was a bit regretful that she wouldn’t experience what Rodinas had to offer.

Their little convoy made its way to the border, Sarah and Rodinas in the Land Rover, the three guardians on motorcycles, two ahead and one behind. The plan was for the guardians to create a distraction at the border, while Rodinas spirited Sarah across safely into Westland. They pulled up behind some rocky scrub, just a hundred yards from the Fantasian border post. Rodinas led Sarah to where she could see a path that snaked across the low ground to the Westland side of the valley. At Rodinas’ signal, the guardians would start a diversion, and Sarah would scoot along the path into Westland and safety. Or, so they hoped!

“He’s been warned you’re on the way,” said Rodinas with a flourish. “God forgive me, but I’m working both sides, and I know he’s been warned. Not only that, but Westland is paying me to rescue your family. Once you cross, that’s my next mission. Have faith, my lovely Temple girl! Once Robson wraps you in his arms, you will be safe forever! I, Rodinas, swear it will be so!”

The weapons of the guardians barked as they spit bullets at the Fantasian border post. The cry of alarm went up and soon the Fantasians returned fire. Sarah heard some loud bangs as the guardians fired smoke grenades to mask the area between the post and the path. Rodinas motioned Sarah to get up.

“Run, my lovely, run! Now is the time!”

Sarah started running for all she was worth. As she dodged through the low scrub that bordered the path, she heard the zing of Fantasian bullets ripping over her head. Her heart pounded as she thundered along the path toward the border. Would she make it? Her lungs began to burn with the effort, yet still she ran!

Suddenly the rhythmic sound of rotor blades filled the air. Looking up, she saw an attack helicopter zooming into the valley, hosing the Fantasian border post with cannon fire. The Fantasians dove for cover, not wanting to be cut down by this powerful beast. Sarah could hear the guardians cheering her as she ran, unafraid now that the border post had been suppressed. She stumbled past the border markers into Westland.

With a roar of dust, the chopper landed in front of her. The blades whirled noisily as the canopy flipped open. A helmeted figure reached out and waved her on. She ran up to the helicopter and saw it was Robson reaching down to her. She grabbed his arm and he hauled her bodily up into the cockpit.

“Sit on my lap, hurry!” he yelled over the engine noise. “We’ve got to go before they react.”

Sarah snuggled down onto his lap and he pulled the canopy shut. In a moment, they were airborne, low-level, bushes and rocks racing by at skid height as Robson flew them skilfully to the safety of his base.

That night, Sarah lay in Robson’s arms, tears rolling down her cheeks. He had told her how her family was even then being rescued by Rodinas, taken to safety in Westland. They had made love for hours, and for the first time she had known the difference between love and sex. She finally felt safe, she finally felt worthy, she finally felt as if she had a real future. No longer a Temple girl, no longer a plaything for overfed bureaucrats. She and Robson kissed, and Sarah knew her life would never be the same. It was over and she was safe in his arms. (The End)