Vanessa s Island Ch 04
Vanessa’s phone call woke me from a deep sleep. ‘You’d better stay up your end of the island for the next half hour,’ she warned me. ‘I’m going for a swim.’ ‘Thanks for the warning,’ I replied. No sooner had I hung up the phone than I grabbed my binoculars, positioned on my bedside table for just such an emergency, and ran down the path to Vanessa’s beach. I didn’t bother to put any clothes on. After all Vanessa wouldn’t be seeing me, or so I thought. Fifteen minutes later I had taken up my...