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I push Amber back over the car hood, her slender body scorching in the French sun. Her breasts are about to burst out of their little bikini bra. She keeps her legs together as she falls back. But I soon pull them apart. I let her keep her high heels on for this.
I’m in France, speeding down beautiful coastal roads between Boulogne and Calais, hopefully in time to meet our boat and be extracted back to the UK. Amber is a French informant, passing on secrets to the British from her base in Paris. But she got careless, slipped up. And now I’m extracting her before the French authorities have their way with her.
We desperately need to reach Calais port on time, or we risk missing our opportunity to cross the channel to safety. But the sun is so hot, beating down on us as the calm blue ocean washes ashore on our left. The sleepy little towns we speed through are so quintessentially French: old buildings with wooden shutters closed, boulangeries selling fresh croissants, quiet bars serving cold beer. The temptation is overpowering.