Sharon rested her head on his shoulder and each time a wave broke onto the shore, she playfully kicked the water high into the air. As they dawdled along the sand, Sharon suddenly let out a mischievous, little giggle.

'What's so amusing?' Frank asked, curiously.

She pointed to the rocky outcrop looming up in the moonlight ahead of them.

'What do you know,' she said, nudging her husband with an elbow, 'we've ended up back here again.'

'So we have,' he said, feigning surprise.

They gave one another a wry smile, then made their way up over the rocks and found a nice patch of white sand. After having a quick glance about to make sure no one was around, they began giving one another sensuous kisses. Frank pulled Sharon's clothes off, before undressing himself and placing his shirt out on the sand. Sharon and lay down on it and he dropped down on top of her.

'Oh Frank,' she moaned. 'Show me no mercy. Just do it, now.'

Without wasting another second, he began making love to his wife. Sharon wrapped her legs around her man and as the incoming tide reached it's high mark, surrounding the passionate couple in swirling waters, they reached their highs as well. With sighs of pleasure rising over the crashing waves, they both collapsed into one another's arms, to be swallowed up by the foaming sea. Drenched in salt water, they lay with their bodies huddled up together, then just as another wave washed through the gaps in the rocks, the two of them jumped up and went into the ocean.

'I feel fantastic,' said Sharon, raising her hands up into the starry sky.

'And I think you are fantastic,' Frank called out, as he swam up and embraced her.

After the refreshing swim, they retrieved their soaking wet clothes, got dressed and walked back to their straw hut, where later that night, they lay in bed and let the sound of the ocean waves gently lull them into a peaceful sleep.

As Hawk lunged for her, Sharon squealed and jumped back, then watched with relief as he tumbled over onto the floor, spilling out meaningless words as the morphine took over his body. She stood over Hawk with hands on hips, looking down at him in disdain.

'You couldn't get hold of the dough this time, could you,' she told him. 'Unlike all the other times, when you mugged those people on their way to church.'

Hawk was still breathing and stared up at her, his eyes rolling back into their sockets.

'Who…are…you?' he whispered, through quivering lips.

'I'm your judge, jury and executioner,' said Sharon, 'and instead of telling me to watch my back, you should've watched your's, this time. Now you're the one who's going to be…D.O.A.'

Just as Hawk's body went limp, Frank came in through the doorway.

'Are you ok?' he asked, walking straight up to his wife and putting his arms around her.

'I'm ok,' she answered with a nod, 'but he's not.'

'I can see that,' replied Frank, looking at the body lying in a heap on the dirty concrete floor. 'Come on. We'd better get him into that empty crate there, ready for tomorrow's shipping.'

The two of them dragged the wooden container across the floor to Hawk's body.

'How are we going to get him in it?' she asked.

Frank studied the situation for a moment and came up with an idea.

'Lie the crate side ways and we'll shove him in. It'll be easier that way.'

After a bit of a struggle, they managed to squash Hawk into the crate, then with a couple of heaves and a loud thump, placed it back upright. Frank went over to Hawk's toolbox, took out some long nails and picked up the hammer that Hawk had dropped during his demise. Sharon grabbed the lid and placed it on the top of the crate, ready for her husband to nail it shut. When Frank had finished and made sure the lid was tight, he jumped into a forklift truck that was parked nearby. With the dexterity of a professional warehouse packer, he picked up the crate and moved it over to the other side of the warehouse, where the other containers sat ready for the early morning shipment to Shanghai. My Frank's so versatile, thought Sharon, as she watched him manoeuvre the vehicle between rows of boxes. She caught up to him just as he was jumping out of the truck.

'Let's get out of here,' she said, before having one last look at the wooden box the mugger had ended up in.

'Bon Voyage, Hawk,' Sharon quipped, with a little wave of a hand, then the two of them left the warehouse and the docks behind.

'By the way, Sharon,' Frank added, 'don't walk near the high grass, as the snakes you can't see are the ones that'll get you, so keep your eyes open and don't look up too often and watch your step.'

'You're making me paranoid. Let's turn around now and walk back to the wooden footbridge that we wanted to cross earlier.'

'Ok,' he agreed. 'I'd feel better if we turned back too, as the grass and bushes here could have snakes lurking in them. Let's check out the footbridge that leads to the other side of the rock pool.'

'Frank,' said Sharon in a mysterious tone of voice, as they were walking back along the track.

'What is it, Sharon?' he asked.

'You know that bridge. Do you think it would be stable enough for us to lie down on it.'

'You don't have to sleep on a creaky bridge, Sharon. We have a nice, cosy camper to sleep in,' he replied looking at her in amusement.

'You and me could make that bridge sway, Frank.' she told him, before giving her husband a wink. Suddenly, Sharon tore off and Frank followed hot on her heels. After a minute or so, they reached the footbridge, where they abruptly stopped and threw their clothes off, before running out to the centre of it, shouting and yelling with excitement. The bridge started to sway under their feet.

'You'd better hold on,' said Frank, as he grabbed Sharon around the waist and began kissing her body madly.

She held onto the rope railing as Frank touched her up all over, causing his wife to get all fired up by his sensuous kisses and his fingers that aroused her in all the right places. As they made love in time to the swaying bridge, all that could be heard above Sharon's cries of lust were the sounds of the animals in the rainforest, curiously watching the two lovers from the trees high above.

Over the next few of days, Sharon kept a close eye on her sister and watched her coming and going from the living room window of her house and even went as far as ringing the vets to see if Frances had actually gone to work. On Thursday evening, Frances came home from work as usual, but half an hour later, Sharon observed her coming out of Grace's house and walking to her car, dressed in a short skirt and a very skimpy top. She picked up her handbag, raced to the front door and yanked it open.

'I'll be back shortly,' she shouted to Frank, who was playing with his son in the nursery.

Before he could say a word, Sharon closed the door and ran over to her car. She jumped in and tore off down the street after Frances. She kept on her tail as Frances made her way down to the city in her little Datsun and parked up in a seedy looking side street. Sharon found a spot to park a little further along and waited. Frances hopped out of her car and stood for a few minutes looking about, before a slimy looking man wearing tight, black trousers and a red satin shirt that was left open to expose his sun tanned chest, approached her. While the two of them were talking, Sharon studied the fellow closely. Around his neck she noticed numerous expensive looking gold chains and on his wrist he wore a matching gold armband. His hair was streaked with blond high lights and blow-dried back in a sleek fashion. I bet that's Gordon, she thought. A large black dog sat patiently beside him. And that must be his doberman, Lawrence, the dog he brought into the vet's on the day he met my sister. Suddenly, Sharon saw the man grab Frances by the arm and disappear into a side street. She waited for a few moments and checked the area out. Glancing around, Sharon realised, much to her horror, that she was in a red light district full of porn shops and prostitutes, who were walking up and down the street and getting into cars that were pulling up beside them.

'Oh my bloody godfather,' she said out loud, somewhat stunned. 'This is prostitute valley and it looks like Frances has hooked herself up with a pimp. Her new man, Gordon is a goddamn pimp…I don't believe it…She's such an idiot. I feel like locking her up and throwing away the key. She's just too much to take. If I don't do something about this soon, she'll be sunk and left in the claws of her so called boyfriend, Gordon, who wants her to work for him…if she's not already. Shit! I have to get rid of this slimeball, before it's too late.'

Sharon waited a while longer, but Frances and Gordon didn't come back, so she got out of her car and decided to ask around the porn shops and local bars if they knew of Gordon and where he usually hung out. She gathered enough information to know where to get hold of him and planned to bump into him accidentally one afternoon in one of the snack bars he regularly had his lunch in.

'I'll soon stop you from seeing my sister, Gordon,' she said under her breath, while driving back home with venomous anger rising up inside her. 'Just wait and see what I've got in store for you…You'll be more than surprised when you make my aquaintance.'

Sharon rolled her eyes in despair, then spied the whisky bottle. She took it in her hand and raised it over her head. Just as Gordon grabbed hold of her, she squealed in panic and brought the bottle down on the pimps head, knocking him out cold to the ground at her feet.

'I told you not to do anything that you might regret, Gordon,' she said, standing over him.

After having a quick glance about, Sharon knelt down and rolled him over onto his back. Now for step two she thought, getting back up. She took a piece of rope from the back of the car, tied his wrists together then dragged him over to the vehicle, where she proceeded to fasten the other end of the rope securely around the towball.

'That should do it,' she said to herself, pulling the knot tight. 'Right Gordon. Let's go for a scenic little drive, shall we.'

Sharon slammed the tailgate closed then walked around to the driver's side, jumped in and started the motor. She reached for her sunglasses that were sitting in the centre console, put them on then glanced in the rear view mirror…and did a double take. Gordon had come to and was standing behind the car in a complete daze with his eyes barely open and his head flopping around like a rag doll's. Sharon let out a scream and reefed the selector down into drive.

'Shit!' she exclaimed, putting her foot hard on the gas pedal.

As the car shot forward, she looked in the mirror again just in time to see Gordon's mouth open in terror, then he suddenly disappeared from sight as the rope jerked him forward through the air and started dragging him along the rocky ground. She frantically tore up a dirt track with the man hanging off the back, bouncing over rocks and small bushes that lay in the centre of it. To drown out his yells for help, she turned the radio up full blast and filled the bush with the sound of boom-boom music. Her eyes darted back and forth between the road ahead and the rear view mirror, fearful in the back of her mind that Gordon might somehow free himself and run off. Spurred on by this harrowing thought, Sharon put her foot down even harder and drove like there was no tomorrow. The pimp banged around like a crash test dummy and in no time was smashed and mangled up to such a degree that there wasn't a Gordon left anymore, just a lifeless, bloodied unrecognisable mess of his former self. After a few minutes of furious driving, she thought, surely he must be dead by now. After pulling to a halt, Sharon switched off the motor then stared in the rear view mirror and listened intently for a few seconds, before slowly getting out of the car and cautiously making her way to the back of it. She peered around the corner and winced slightly at the sight of the body strewn out on the end of the rope.

'Tsk, tsk,' she admonished, waving a finger at him. 'Oh dear, Gordon. Those expensive white satin trousers…What would your mother have said if she saw the mess you made of them?'

Sharon took an army knife from her pocket and cut the rope off the towball, then dragged the body to the side of the track and shoved it over the edge into a steep ravine. A couple of crows called out from high up in a tall gum tree, before swooping down and landing on the track a few metres from where Sharon stood. She glanced up at the birds that were eyeing her warily, wiped the sweat from her brow, then walked around the car and hopped back in.

'He's all yours,' she said to them, before closing the door and driving off.

Later that evening, Grace and Frances said goodbye and wandered back to their place, accompanied by Kate, who was going to stay overnight with them. After they had left, Frank joined Sharon in the nursery to say good night to his son. Joe was soon sound asleep and the two of them left quietly and walked down to their bedroom.

'I'm just going to freshen up a bit,' said Sharon and she disappeared into the ensuite. Frank undressed and lay on the bed to wait for her, but after a couple of minutes, he started to grow a bit impatient.

'What is that woman doing that could be taking so long?' he asked himself, while glancing towards the bathroom. 'I'll go and hurry her along.'

He got up, walked over to the ensuite and quietly poked his head around the door to see Sharon, dressed only in knickers and bra, standing in front of the vanity unit mirror with one foot up on the basin, rubbing moisterising lotion up and down her long, velvety leg. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Frank and hesitated for a second, then a naughty smile crossed her face and she carried on massaging the cream into her glistening, tanned skin. He stood frozen to the spot for a few moments, quietly watching her, admiring the beautiful, slender woman he loved so much. Without saying a word, Sharon put her leg down, removed her last bits of clothing, then with a seductive look on her face, turned around and leant back on her hands against the vanity unit.

'What are you waiting for?' she asked softly, 'an invitation.'

Frank gave a little chuckle, before walking over and cupping her face gently in his hands. Sharon flung her arms around her husband and they passionately kissed one another. Within a few minutes both of them were very steamed up and craved for more. Sharon broke away from their tight embrace and turned around to face the mirror. Frank put his arms around her and rubbed her breasts, while his lips played all over her shoulders and neck. Letting her head fall back slightly, Sharon couldn't help but let out a moan of ecstasy. She raised her leg up and placed a foot on the side of the basin. Not wasting any time, Frank positioned himself up close behind her and began making love to his sexy wife. The couple glanced up and saw the erotic scene playing out in the bathroom mirror in front of them. This image only served to fuel their desire for one another and drove them on to new heights of pleasure. When Sharon's passion peaked, she held the edge of the basin tightly to keep her balance. Frank feverishly gave his wife love nips across the top of her back as his body shuddered in the throes of an intense orgasm that turned his legs to jelly. Sharon turned her head around and they kissed, before both sneaked another look in the mirror at the very satisfied, smiling couple standing there.