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Andy was very still. It was as though the entire bush was pausing, waiting for the lioness to spring. Her eyes were piercing, her paw was open, revealing the great predator's teeth. The only movement was from the cub as he frolicked around her giant paws.

Then suddenly the ground started to shake as a deafening, thunderous noise rumbled around the earth, seeming to echo right into the very depths of the jeep, filling the soggy warmth of the air and a sound as compelling as it was terrifying.

Lizzy turned wide, disbelieving eyes of Rhiannon. 'Was that what I think it was?' she murmured as the stentorian roar ebbed into the wittering chafe of bugs and bats and awakening night birds.

'You mean, dad?' Rhiannon whispered, smiling as she nodded to Lizzy to watch the lioness again. 'I think so.'

when Lizzy turned back it was to find the lioness once more on her feet, her topaz eyes blinking at Andy, the cub dangling from her whiskery jaws.

'The old man's calling,' Andy reminded her, still looking very much as though he was about to touch her.

The lioness stood her ground, seemingly obvious to the struggling offspring her mouth. Then, with no warming, she lifted a paw on to the door of the jeep. Her gaint claws were only inches from Andy's heart, the size of it, the sheer deadliness of it was turning everyone's blood cold. The jeep listed under her weight, then with on finally blink she turned around and padded off into the darkness, the cub still swinging from her teeth.

'Don't tell me,' Rhiannon murmured as the others let go a collection breath of relief, 'you once removed a thorn from her foot.'

Andy laughed, 'Not quite,' he answered. 'But I do know her. She's the lady I was telling you about earlier. The one who got caught in a poacher's trap and almost died. She was preggers at the time, so I guess you could say we didn't only save her, we saved the youngsyers too.'

Lizzy's eyes widened in disbelief. 'Do you mean she was showing you one of the cubs you saved?' she said.

Andy shrugged and started up the jeep. 'could be,' he answered. 'Impossible to say for sure.'

Rhiannon and Lizzy looked at each other.

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'Please don't tell me you don't have a name for her,' Rhiannon said opening up her notebook, 'because I won't believe it.'

Andy grinned. 'Sorry to disappiont you,' he answered, turning to look over his shoulders as he reversed back to the track.

'You nurse a fully grown lioness back to health and you didn't give her a name?' Rhiannon protested. 'No, I'm sorry, I'm not buying it. You treated her like she was a pet, you weren't even afraid of her....'

'Oh, I'm afraid of her all right,' he insisted. 'She's as likely to kill me with affection as she is to rip out my heart in hunger. And her name is Sheila. As in, brace yourself, Sheila, which was what we recommended she do when we removed the trap from her shoulder. 'Cause she was drugged at the time, but it seems kind of appropriated.'

Laughing, Rhiannon leaned back in her seat and turned to Lizzy.

'Isn't he just divine?' Lizzy mouthed.

'Mmm,' Rhianno yawned, stretching her her arms above her head and turning her fgace to the night sky. The sight that greeted her took her breath clean away. 'Oh my God, will you look at that!' she marvelled, gazing up at the Milky Way. The stars were so thickly clustered together that in places they appear like jewel-studded clouds, smudged and glittering and almost obliterating the night sky. 'Can we get a short of it, Hugh? Will it come out?'

'We can give it a go,' he answered, having the camera back on his shoulder. 'Can we hold it a minute, Andy?'

'God, this place is so romantic, isn't it?' Lizzy sighed, leaning her head back to Rhiannon's shoulder as they stared up at the sky together and waited for the landrover to move on. 'I'll bet you're thinking about Oliver,' she smiled.
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Rhiannon nodded. 'Yes,' she answered, feeling her heart go out to Lizzy for despite her undoubted attraction to Andy there was no question whom Lizzy would be thinking about.

A few minutes later the hiss and crackle of static broke into the silence and as Andy spoke into the radio Elmore climbed back on to his perch at the front of the jeep.

'What now?' Rhiannon asked Andy as they started to drive on.

'Now?' he answered. 'We start heading back to the camp. Could be we'll see a couple of leopards, maybe even a cheetah, on the way. You probably just heard Gary on the radio with a rhino sighting, cow and calf, over by the Oppiedam. We could go that route, see if we can catch a glimpse.'

'sounds good to me,' Rhiannon responded, stifling a yawn as she followed the beam of Elmore's spotlight into the trees.

2his particular film-trip was one they'd all been looking forward to ever since it was first mooted, several weeks ago now, as it was the first time in months that the Check It Out team had assigned themselves something as pleasurable, not to mention benign, to check out as a holiday destination. Normally they were involved in considerably more complex and often sensational investigations and as their programme was transmitted on both terrestrial and satellite TV, they tried to give it as international a flavour as possible. On the whole this seemed to be working for the audience rating was rising all the time and the ever-increasing mail bag showed that they had captured the imagination of audiences around the world with the diversity of subjects they covered. Subjects which ranged from a behind-the-scenes look at experiments with new drugs; to an hilarious half-hour on a Singapore student who was attempting to make the Guiness Book Of Records by having sex with three hundred men in ten hours; to an in-depth report on the manipulators of the world's money markets and the resulting crisis in anation's economy.

Having made its debut as an independed production company some fourteen months ago, CheckIt Out had already more than doubled its number of staff and there was talk now of running the programme for ten months of the year instead of the seven they were currently contracted for. As the director of the company and the show's executive producer Rhiannon Edwards was effectively the head of their expanding team, but there were two people to whom, in theory at least, she was answerable, though if they called her more than once in a couple of months she will jokingly consider herself harrassed.
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Sally and Morgan Simpson, both of whom were ex-BBC producers, had taken their redundancy pay-offs from Auntie around two years before and used it to set up Check It Out productions. The initial idea had been for Morgan to run the company with Rhiannon, their senior researcher fom BBC days, as the main producer and Sally, who was somewhat jaded by televion after more than twenty years in the Beeb's current affairs department, as a fill-in producer if and when she was needed. It didn't take long, however, for the Simpsons to realize that handing the whole operation to Rhiannon was probably the best, if not the only, route to go if the company was going to succeed, for Rhiannon had a freshness to her approach that had long since withered on the Simpsons' vine, and her enthusiasm for the newly conceived programme as well as hersomewhat unorthodox ideas when it came to staffing, wre all just a bit too much for diehards like Simpsons to take on board. So with the minimum of fuss, the Simpsons had promoted Rhiannon to executed producer, made her a company director with equal shares, appionted themselves consultants, then taken off for an early retirement in the West Indies.

To have had it all handed to her on a plate that way was a dream come true for Rhiannon who had always hoped that one day, probably far into the future, she might be running her own company. But here she was, not even in her thirties yet and already at the helm of one of the year's most talked about programmes, with a happy, hard-working team of journalists and technicians who were the envy of their peers from whom Rhiannon received a constant stream of CVs, videos and letters all but pleading for jobs. Experience had shown Rhiannon that with the right team, in other words the right blend of personalities, there was much to be gained from handing over the programme reins to a researcher, a cameraman, a production assistant or a presenter in other to enhance their knowledge and appreciation of programme making, as well as to allow them the satisfaction of taking control of their own projects. This meant that it wasn't unheard of for Rhiannon to assume the role of research assistant, camera assistant or even office co-ordinator, though on this particular trip she was the producer while Lizzy, who thanks to the show had become a household name, assumed her normal role of presenter.

Melanie's role need some work in the defining, for she had only joined the team a couple of months ago when, a bit like Paddington, she'd turned up in London with a note from Simpsons - her parents - asking Rhiannon to give her a job and do what she could to see that their wayward eldest didn't get into too many scrapes. Rhiannon had been less than thrilled, but seeing that she hadn't much choice, she'd collected the girl from the airport, installed her in the Simpsons' London flat and put her on staff. Since when, Melanie had done precious little to ingratiate herself with anyone, least of all Rhiannon, had shown next to no interest in the programme and despite her generous salary was constantly borrowing from the rest of the team.

It was just after nine o'clock when the landrover finally pulled into the clearing at the edge of the camp. The other half-dozen jeeps that had driven the reserve's other guests into the bush had already returned and early evening drinks were being served around the campfire.
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'mmm, dinner smells good,' Andy commented as the delicious aroma of freshly barbecueing impala drifted towards them.

Elmore, his gleaming ebony skin almost lost in the darkness, hopped down from his seat and opened the door for Melanie to get out, while a couple of willowy blonde assistants emerged from the reception area to take Andy's gun and help Hugh and Jack with their equipment. Rhiannon was on the point of gathering up her own things when she noticed Elmore's dazzlingly white smile as he gazed down at Melanie, who was staring up at him with such blatant allure that Rhiannon's mouth fell open in amazement. When, she wondered, had Melanie switched her sights from Andy to Elmore?

She turned to Lizzy who was zipping her camera back into her bag. 'What's the routine now?' Lizzy was asking glancing up at Andy.

Taking the keys from the ignition, Andy turned round and resting his arms on the back of the deat he started to grin. Rhiannon watched in the half-light as his gorgeous blue eyes twinkled mischievously into Lizzy's.

'how does a quick shower followed by a screaming orgasm grab you?' he drawled.

Rhiannon choked as Lizzy's eyes dilated.

'it's a cocktail,' Hugh informed them, tucking the camera under his arm and winking at Andy as he hopped down from the back of the jeep.

'Oh,' Lizzy responded, starting to grin. 'What a disappointment.'

Andy laughed. 'maybe we'll see how many you can handle in a night.'

as he climbed out of the landrover, Lizzy turned to Rhiannon. 'You might have to fly me home on a stretcher,' she warned.

Laughing, Rhiannon hooked her bag over her shoulder hand reached out to take the hand of one of the camp's security guards who was waiting to help her down. Jack and Hugh were already in the covered reception with the blondes and Melanie was wandering off into the night with Elmore. She turned to where Lizzy was being helped down from the jeep by Andy and found herself starting to smile. They'd only flown in from Johannesburg that afternoon, so certainly didn't seem to be taking long for the fabled aphrodisiac of the bush to start working its magic. In Lizzy's case, however, Rhiannon was only too aware of how fragile the euphoria was, for it was only distance and novelty that was encouraging Lizzy to shed her inhibitions as recklessly as she was. Not that Rhiannon had any intention of bringing her back to earth, for the last thing Rhiannon wanted was to be the voice of caution when she hadn't seen Lizzy excited since the accident that had shattered her life. [/b]

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'Ben'll show you to your chalet, Rhiannon,' Andy told her as they joined Hugh and Jack in reception.

'I take it you're Ben,' Rhiannon said, looking up at the security guard's beautiful African face.

'Yes ma'am,' he grinned.

To her surprise Rhiannon felt herself starting to blush and treated Hugh to swift kick on the shin as he gave her a playful nudge.

'I'll take Lizzy,' Andy said, talking to the blondes. 'You can take the guys. Now listen up, everyone,' he continued, 'you've got half an hour to clean up, then the guards will be back to collect you to bring you accrose for dinner. Don't venture out of the chalets on your own. The camp's bigger than you think and we don't want anyone getting lost. More importantly, when you finally retire for the night you'll be shown back to your chalets and if you come out after that you do so in peril of your life. I'm not joking about this, the animals frequently roam the camp at night and you and your seasooned flesh will make a tasty meal for a penthera pardus or two.' [/b]

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'A what?' Lizzy asked.

'A leopard,' he translated. 'Or a lion. Or a cheetah. There are plenty of them out there, so be warned. We've never had an accident at Perlatonga yet, so we don't want one of you guys to be the first. OK?'

as the others went off in vaguely the same direction, each being led by their appionted guide, Lizzy stood for a moment with Andy as he watched Rhiannon disappeared along a tree-shadowed pathway with Ben. She was curious to see if he would comment on Rhiannon's stunning figure, but then they both laughed as Hugh's voice rang out of the darkness telling Rhiannon to treat the boy gently.

Slinging Lizzy's bag over his shoulder, Andy started along a narrow twisting path towards her chalet. 'You'll get to meet my brother, Doug, when you come over for dinner,' he told her holding a branch out of the way for her to pass. 'He arrived a couple of hours ago from Jo'burg.'

'Is he older or younger than you?' Lizzy enquired, ducking away from a giant oth and raking her fingers through her curls to make sure it hadn't landed.

'older. We've got two more brothers back home in Oz. They'll be taking over from the old man on the farm. He doesn't need four of us, so Dough and I decided to set up here. We've both got a passion for animals and since the old man met Carlita, his second wife, on safari here in the Kruger he developed a kind of fondness for the place. So Doug and I didn't have too much trouble persuading him to put up the moolah to get us started.'
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'You're lucky to have such a wealthy father,' Lizzy commented, stepping into the light of the little veranda at the front of her thatch-roofed chalet and turning to face him.

His eyebrows when up as he nodded, but it was clear that his thought were a long way from his father as he gazed lazily into her eyes. Then his mouth curved in a half-smile as he lowered his eyes to her lips.

'Yeah, I guess you could say that,' he said, leaning an arm on the wooden post beside him while continueing to gaze shamelessly at her mouth and thinking about exactly where he would like those unbelievably sensuous lips to be.

'I'd say it makes you and your brother something of a catch,' she said, knowing what effect she was having on him and feeling the deliciously slow burn of response between her legs.

'Yeah, I reckon it does,' he agreed, 'Me, anyhow. Doug's already kind of spoken for.'

Lizzy nodded thoughtfully. 'Well,' she smiled, 'I think I'd better go and prepare myself for a screaming orgasm.'

'Just one?' he queried, raising an eyebrow.

Looking brazenly into his eyes, she pressed a finger lightly to his lips, then floated off into her chalet.

Chuckling to himself Andy started back through the camp, knowing full well that he was on for tonight. Not for nothing had game rangers been dubbed for sex gods of the bush by a Cape Town journalist, though it wasn't that often that the sport came with the kind of chassis Lizzy Fortnum could boast. As readily available, sure, but they were rarely, if ever, under fifty and never did they have the kind of lips that gave such eastern promise to a Mouth Action.

Looking up as he passed Rhiannon's chalet, he saw her at one of the windows pulling close the shutters. Hidden by darkness, he paused for a moment to watch her. She wasn't, at least by his standard, what could be described as beauty, she had too many freckles for that and her features, on the whole, were pritty shambolic; eyes too small, nose too big, mouth kind of sloppy.....but boy, did she have a body! What he couldn't imagine doing with sheilas like that and all that flaming red hair that could only mean a real, honest-to-goodness golden doughnut between those gorgeous long legs of hers. But Rhiannon Edwardes, tempting as she was, was strickly off-limits. Which was something he'd better remond Doug about, since one thing neither of them ever did was cut in on another bloke's dance, especially not a mate's. And Oliver Maguire, the international diamond dealer and Straussen-backed magnate, was not only a mat, he was also crazy bang in love with Rhiannon Edwardes.
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by the time Ben, the security guard, returned to take Rhiannon over to dinner she had showered and changed into a simple, round necked, sleeveless black dress, low'heeled black pumps and the gold necklace and bracelet that Oliver had given her on their one-month anniversary. As she followed Ben towards the flickring gaslights on the tables around the campfire, nodding politely to the other guests as she passed, she was sorely wishing that Oliver were there now. The whole place exuded such a heady feeling of romance that it just didn't feel right to be here without him. Still, only eight more days and they'd be together again, she comforted herself as she sat down at the table allocated to the crew, her mouth watering at the delicious aroma wafting over from the barbecue.

Being the first to arive at the table, she helped herself to a bite-sized quiche from the hors d'oeuvre tray, then taking out her notebook, slid the candle a little closer and began to jot down a couple of questions she wanted to ask Andy tonight before she lost him to Lizzy. They were only planning to be on the reserve for a couple of days and everyone was going to prove as distracted as she feared, it was up to her to make sure they went away with enough materials to make a programme. She arched a humorous as she attempted to second-guess what Lizzy might put into her commentary, as the normal documentary conventions had been abandoned by check it out from day one. Meaning that if African bus made you want t tear off your clothes and roll around in wild, sexual abandon with the nearest ranger, then that would be exactly what Lizzy would say.

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Looking up as Melanie pulled out a chair to sit down Rhiannon met the girl's persistent antagonism with an amiable smile. 'hi,' she said, noticing a radiant Elmore hovering beside Melanie and fleetingly wandering what the Simpsons would say were they ever to find out that their precious daughter had seduced the strapping young son of a Zulu chief. At least, if Elmore's grin was anything to go by, Melanie had. To look at Melanie you'd think she'd just got her face stuck in the plughole.

'Hi,' Melanie responded, slumping moodily into the chair and bunching her hands between her knees. From the way she was dressed she was oviously undergoing some kind of fassion transition between grunge and Fifties, for beneath her mandarin-collared short sleeved shirt her bra cups were like ice-cream cones and the firminity of her flouncy net-petticoated skirt was thuggishly challanged by Dr Marten boots and a pair of steel-studded wristbands.

'Ah, you're already here,' Lizzy exclaimed, coming up behind Rhiannon and planting a kiss on her cheek. 'mm, you smell good.'

'and you look good,' Rhiannon replied, watching her sit down.

'thank you.' Lizzy's smile was lovely as the gloss on her lips shommered in the candlelight and her blue eyes shone with laughter. 'Did you call the office?' she asked.

'Oh my God, I forgot!' Rhiannon gasped, clapping a hand on her mouth. Then frowning she said, 'was I supposed to?'

Laughing, Lizzy pulled in her chair. 'not unless you aprticularly wanted to,' she answered.

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