He halts behind Colin, poised to kill. However whilst Colins reverie is now quite shattered, an inbuilt instinct for self-preservation has also successfully jerked him back to
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His instant reaction forces Twister to hang in mid-air, looking foolish. RichQuicks editor responds by
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For a moment the three of them rest suspended in this unsatisfactory contretemps: Colin quivering internally with fear and frustration as his fingers dance along serried rows of computer keys, Twister hovering angrily at his shoulder, and Wendy gently smouldering.
Then Wendy decides to take pity on the two men and break the deadlock sympathetically, for she is really a very generous girl at heart. So she widens her eyes a little at Twister in a gaze of doe-like submission, and coyly, oh so deftly, wriggles her hemline an inch or two up her thigh.
This kindness totally melts Twisters wrath, but also places him in a tricky dilemma. He realises at once that Wendy is warming, and his ire transmutes instantly into pure passion, swelling to a vibrant fire. But he is caught, quite trapped, because Colin sits
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Wendy is equally bothered. She has played a powerful hand, but Colin is blocking her gambit. So she lowers her eyes demurely and then raises them again to shoot Twister a look of the purest desire.
The exchange is
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"Colin, dear boy..." His voice is a gush of poisoned honey.
Colin looks up suspiciously. He is still trying to retrieve his daydream without having to close his eyes, but pale green print on his word processor screen now shines the only sheen in sight.
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