his face.
'I'm sorry, Madame,' he replied, pretending to look it up in the register. 'That cabin is occupied at the moment.'
Penny had been positive that the English girl would be in that room, especially after hearing about the peephole from Nisli, and she knew that by now Robert would be knocking at her door. He had jumped quickly from the taxi before it had driven on down to the office and would have no trouble finding the proper cabin.
'Then another one will do,' she told Osman. 'And could you bring me one of your special drinks? I really enjoyed it the last time I was here.'
Osman couldn't believe his ears. She was actually asking for it! The thought crossed his mind that there was something strange about her being here, even more so about her asking for the drink, but the look of open innocence on her pretty young face disarmed him. She must have remained ignorant of his part in what happened before, and he slowly let out his breath in relief. As far as she knew, he was just the night manager in a motel she had once stayed in, and she trusted him.
'Of course, Madame. It will be no trouble at all, although the bar is closed. I can mix you one here in the office. If you will follow me to your room?' he suggested, taking a key from the rack behind the desk.
'Oh, if you don't mind, I would prefer having the drink here first,' she told him with a slightly suggestive smile. 'I'm not expecting my husband until morning, and it's so lonely in these isolated cabins. Do you have a lounge where we could sit and have a drink together?' She smiled up at him in a seductive way that left no room for doubt what she was after.
Osman licked his lips speculatively. He would have preferred taking her to her room first to avoid the chance of being caught here with one of the guests, which was strictly against the rules, but he couldn't very well say no. She had certainly changed, he reflected. Now she acted as though she wanted nothing more than to have
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Following Nisli's directions, Robert had no difficulty finding the tiny room with the peephole. He just couldn't resist taking a quick look at the unsuspecting English girl before announcing his presence. He lifted the guard and put his eye to the tiny opening, gasping from the sight that met his gaze. Nisli hadn't mentioned that she was a redhead. And she very definitely was, he mused, taking in the bright pubic triangle of curls at the 'vee' of her firmly molded thighs. She was busily drying herself off after her bath, and as she bent and twisted to reach all the remote parts of her innocent young body, Robert had a good preview of all the luscious charms he would soon sample for the first time.
Finally she hung up the towel and surveyed herself in the full-length mirror mounted on the back of the bathroom door. Her full rounded breasts jutted proudly out in front of her, their rosy tips slightly erect from the rubdown she had given herself.
It was obvious she had only recently discovered the attractiveness of her own body and was on the verge of enjoying it with a man for the first time. She ran her hands appreciatively over the soft resilience of her breasts and down over the flat plane of her white belly, slipping them over the gentle slope of her flaring hips to trail on down to the half-moon buttocks behind. She smiled at her image, practicing an alluring sensual look which she no doubt expected to use on her waited lover.
Robert chuckled softly to himself. Little did she know, he thought, patting the forged note in his pocket, that her boy friend wouldn't be the one to run his hands over that virginal young body and enter her tight little unused vagina. Not if everything goes according to plan, he added to himself. He waited until she had slipped on a hip- length sheer nightgown that did little to hide her delicious curves from his view, and then he left the secret observation room.
'W-who is it?' her voice fluted from inside the door when he had knocked softly. Her voice was a mixture of fear and anticipation, Robert sensed as he listened to her opening and closing what must be a closet inside. Probably she hadn't really adjusted herself to the idea of losing her virginity, even to a man she loved, and undoubtedly every time she thought the moment was nearer she became filled with anxiety.
'A friend of Maurice,' he told her in a low voice through the door. Maurice was the man she had been waiting for, and Nisli had been sure there would be no trouble in approaching the girl if she thought Robert was delivering a message from him. There was a sudden flurry of movement inside, and Robert smiled to himself – Nisli had been right. Then the door swung open, and he saw that she had put on a long robe over her short nightgown.
'I was expecting Osman, the night clerk,' the girl said breathlessly. 'Come in. Where is Maurice?' she intoned anxiously looking over Robert's shoulder. 'And how do I know you're a friend of his?' she suddenly asked, suspicion flitting over her face.
'My name is Robert,' he told her in a soothing voice, smiling at her as though he were sad for some reason. 'And I have a note for you from Maurice.' He handed her the envelope containing the expertly forged message and waited for her to open it.
The girl looked at the thin blue paper in her fingers as though it were a snake that might bite her, and then hastily ripped it open, her eyes passing quickly over Robert's face as if trying to read what was in the note from his expression.
He watched her eyes flick back and forth over the words, unhappy disbelief clouding her face; then she read it again more slowly, forming the sounds on her lips as though it were written in a foreign language. Her hands began to tremble uncontrollably as she read and reread the message, and her full sensual lips slowly parted and turned downward as she began to cry.
'I-I don't believe it,' she sobbed. 'It's not possible.' She turned her deep green eyes up to meet Robert's gaze, her lips quivering like little wet fruits. Tears were welling up in her eyes as she looked up at him helplessly.
'Did you see what he wrote?' she cried in a broken voice, holding the note out for him to read. 'Maurice loves me – it can't be true what this says!'
Dear Ellen,
I simply couldn't bear to tell you this in person, therefore, Robert is bringing this to you. I've decided that it would not be fair if I took advantage of your youthful youthful innocence. I could never forgive myself afterwards. Margaret Young and I have been in love for a long time, and as soon as she can get a divorce from her husband, we will be married.
I know you will never forgive me, but this way I can at least live with my conscience.
Sincerely, with an my heart,
Maurice
P.S. Robert has kindly consented to see that you are safely returned to Istanbul.
'I'm sorry,' Robert spoke gently to her. She was standing before him with tears now streaming down her cheeks, her face contorted by her grief. Pretending anger, he wadded the paper in his fingers and flung it moodily at the wall. 'Why did I have to be the one?' he shouted. 'Why did I have to meet you this way?'
The young Ellen glanced up at him through her tears and a sob caught in her throat – then without warning she fell into his automatically opening arms and pressed her face into his chest.
Her whole body was shaking with the force of her crying, and Robert wrapped his arms around her, cooing softly into her ear. He could feel the fullness of her firmly ripe breasts jostling against him through the material of their clothing, and he fought to keep from grinding his awakening loins up into her shuddering belly below. All in good time, all in good time, he told himself over and over as he continued comforting the young girl huddled in his arms.
Gradually she seemed to calm down, the time between her body-wracking sobs getting longer and longer, and finally she shifted and removed herself from his encircling arms, running to the bathroom to repair the damage the tears had done to her face.
After a long time, she emerged again, attempting a friendly smile. 'I'm being very foolish,' she said as though she had spent years instead of minutes recovering from the shock of the note. 'It's something that everybody goes through, and I can manage it too. It's the first time that hurts,' she added, trying to act brave, but then she suddenly broke down again and without hesitation hurried to nestle once more in Robert's arms.
She calmed down more quickly this time, and Robert led her to a chair and made her sit down.
'What you need is a cigarette,' he told her soothingly. He held the packet out and she shakily took one gratefully taking a deep drag of the warm smoke into her lungs as Robert lit it for her. Nisli knew that the girl smoked, and he had had this package made especially for her. The tobacco was drenched in the strong resin from
