"I'll not have any doubts at all."

"Now then, about Neal," Lena said.

"Yes?"

"Will you tell him of Mark and I? Prepare him for a shock when he returns?"

"I think not," said Rodney. "I had debated doing so – and perhaps taking him round to those Eurasian twins in the Old Quarters of Athens, the ones who have performed so admirably upon other guests of mine in the past; but he is as devoted to young Sharon as she is to him. I don't think it would be wise to give him any inkling of what perhaps might happen at Marlowe Manor before he rejoins his beauteous young wife."

"And when you and he return?"

"If you have done your job well, as I know you will, my sweet, we shall have no trouble with Neal. There is Wafto's magnificent potion, and Mark's hidden cameras; once Neal has joined in the festivities, as surely he will, there will be nothing he can do to us without risking his own ruination. And, if he is like so many in the past, he will realize the immense pleasures of the flesh – just as his Sharon surely shall – and become a convert to our way of thinking."

"Then we'll proceed along those lines," Lena said. "I'll tell Mark what we've discussed."

"Good," he kissed her neck. "Now remember, my love, save some of that fine energy for your husband; don't spend it all on Mark and Wafto – and Rajah, though I refuse to think of you with that…"

"Hush, now," Lena cautioned, smiling. "You know that no man satisfies me like you, pet, fat and fiftyish though you may be. Your cock is still the most magnificent I have ever had."

"I could receive no greater compliment, Lena my love…"

Just then, the voice of the public address announcer came from the overhead speakers, announcing that Flight 171 to Athens was now boarding at Gate 11. All passengers were requested to embark immediately.

Standing several feet away from the venereous, plotting Alvaro couple, innocently oblivious of their hideous future plans for them, the happily married young Americans embraced one last time. Their kiss was long and passionate, and it was with reluctance that Neal Court withdrew his mouth from the sweet soft lips of his wife and gently held her away. "They're calling the flight, sweetheart," he said. "Rodney and I have to be boarding the plane now."