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machine. She was tall, strong, perfectly formed, an unspoiled, diamond-cut girl brimming with refinement and grace. The camera operator must have called because she turned with a smile, shook her auburn hair and stood with her head erect, hands loose and motionless at her sides. The scene went blank.
    ‘Wow, she’s really come on,’ said Richard.
    ‘You still think you can compete?’
    Richard glanced at Greta. ‘Actually, yes I do?’
    ‘It’s your money.’
    ‘ Our money,’ Richard corrected.
    He glanced at her again. She didn’t understand. She didn’t understand anything, but couldn’t ask because that was the rules and she was wondering about her prize.
    Richard must have read her thoughts. ‘Do you ride?’ he asked her.
    ‘Yes, of course. Since I was little,’ she replied and was so happy to see the look of relief cross his features.
    ‘Would you enjoy spending some time in the country?’
    ‘Yes. Yes. Very much.’
    ‘It will be a...’ he looked for the right words. ‘... an education. You’ll learn all sorts of new things.’
    ‘I like new things,’ she said and blushed.
    Greta stood.
    Richard looked for a moment at Gustav, then back at her. ‘We’ll need a few weeks and we really should make a start,’ he said and paused. ‘Next weekend?’
    ‘I’m sure that will be all right,’ Greta answered and shrugged. ‘I don’t think they’ll mind at work.’
    Richard glanced back at Gustav. ‘Well?’ he said.
    Gustav thought for several moments. Greta was biting her lips.
    He spoke first to Richard. ‘I’ll make all the arrangements,’ he announced, then turned to stroke her bush affectionately. ‘Good luck...’ he paused, as if searching for a word, ‘Pegasus,’ he then said, and his stern expression became a rare smile.
    Greta was so relieved to see Gustav smiling she was suddenly a little girl and uncontrollably happy. She stood, clinging to his neck and he swung her round in a circle. He put her down again and led her back to the chair where she’d been sitting. There was a sticky puddle on the leather seat and she went obediently down on her knees to lick it all up.
    She stood feeling a bit silly and Gustav nodded with approval as he grabbed his keys.
    ‘Let battle commence,’ he said and high-fived Richard as he left the room.
    Gustav had to return to the country and after he’d gone, Richard took her by the hand and she skipped barefoot up the stairs to the loft below the eaves. She really adored having nothing on. It made her feel more feminine, her full breasts rolling with her movements, like the girl in the film, her nipples hard, burning with the blood rushing into them.
    She shook herself and tried to stop thinking about her breasts as she glanced around at the modern pieces of equipment, running and rowing machines, wall bars, a weight press and an odd-looking wooden bench with the two front legs slightly higher than those at the rear. Straps with buckles were attached to the legs and the leather top was sloping at such an angle that it would be most uncomfortable as a seat.
    Richard was studying the bench as he spoke. ‘Did you like our game today?’ he asked her.
    She nodded thoughtfully. ‘Yes, yes I did actually.’
    ‘We shall play lots more games in the country,’ he added and she smiled.
    He walked around the bench, patting the leather top in the firm tender way you would stroke the flanks of a horse. Greta looked more closely and could see that the deeper colour at the centre wasn’t part of a pattern, but was stained from use, although from what use exactly she couldn’t be sure.
    ‘It’s an ancient design copied from a drawing in a book of fairy tales by the Brothers Grimm,’ he told her. ‘Do you know the story of Polly Flinders?’
    She was running her fingertips over the leather surface and paused to shake her head. Richard recited the poem:
    Little Polly Flinders,
    Sat among the cinders,
    Warming her pretty little toes.
    Mother came and