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In Limit Creek, Diane slid her hand into her white cotton panties. Waking at 4am wasn't desirable. Memories of her week with Neil were. He'd brought her a present. Ten pairs of pristine white cotton bikini panties, her favorite brand. He knew she adored them beneath her uniform. It was a perfect romantic gift. Wearing them brought him closer. His bittersweet departure was easier, knowing she'd also leave Limit Creek soon.

True to his word, he'd paddled her every morning. Two solid swats had resounded through her home, blazing fire into her panties. Pain building over their seven days together, she'd relearned to take her powerful discipline. Fearsome heat had launched her days. Humbled by his command of her, intense sex had soothed her burning sting every morning.

Enjoying their intimacy, she loved being under his strict regulation. Tamsin had laughed in the cockpit, asking daily if she was sore. She'd confessed to her co-pilot her poor paddling performance and her ongoing swats. Sitting sore beside her friend, admitting her boyfriend had just given her licks, made her proud.

Circling her wet clit, she teased herself remembering their picnic. She'd tossed him the ute keys, guiding them up a modest hill six miles north of town. He'd loved off-roading, their massive tires eating up the desert. Lowering the tailgate, they'd eaten sandwiches looking over her vast remote world.

Dropping litter by accident, he'd hauled her up on account. She'd let him scold her, reveling in his rich, dominant tone. In bed, tight new white elastic stretched over her hand. She panted, circling herself harder. Ripping down her Levi shorts, he'd sat on the ute tailgate, and pulled her over his knee. Spanked hard in their wilderness, her gentle cries had gone unheard.

Upended over his knee, she no longer resisted their intimate position. Proud of her surrender, she'd welcomed his firm grip on her waist. His heavy hand had stung through her thin white cotton bikinis. Panting in bed, she recalled her deep submission, bent over his knee. Held down and spanked hard, he'd showed his unquestionable authority. She'd loved her undisguised obedience.

He'd blistered her backside, his palm stinging every inch with intense smacks. Leaving her thighs unpunished so her shorts didn't embarrass her, he'd spanked her bottom crimson. She'd wallowed in guilt over her minor mistake, loving him for punishing her.

She imagined someone seeing her spanking. Pretending locals had watched him take control of her, she held herself in delicious denial, on the verge of her climax, balanced over his knee in her memory. His strong arm around her tiny waist, she imagined witnesses approving of her sound spanking. A littering girl spanked in her panties suited her community spirit.

Made to apologize and pick up her sandwich wrapper, she'd bent, her panties rising, her spanked red bottom on obvious display to her imaginary onlookers. Humiliated, she came hard, flooding her pristine panties, her forceful flow celebrating his firm command of her.

Spreading a blanket, he'd fucked her in the ute loading bay. She showered, remembering his manhood propelling her up towards the cab. She'd flung her arms against the cab wall, resisting his vigorous thrusts. Spanked and sore, she'd come fast, screwed again to a leisurely climax over the following twenty exquisite minutes. Sliding fragrant soap Tamsin had given her over her curves, her heart filled with a fresh zeal for Neil. She smiled. They'd be together soon.

Carman's Fruit-free Muesli started her morning with crunchy almonds, pecans, and cinnamon. They flew early, often only one trip per day. Their cargo mission was winding down. Today's shipment of trendy kitchen stools wouldn't dismantle. Angling them, Jake had fitted the entire consignment into their Twin Otter's cabin yesterday, demonstrating techniques for extracting them at Ruby Downs.

Restless with their low workload, she and Tamsin had begun avid online preparation for their Diamond Cross Air jet training program. Downloaded Boeing 737 manuals filled afternoons.

She'd detected trouble in Tamsin's paradise. Gearing up towards their departure, Jake had withdrawn. Her friend had dropped hints about him coming with her. He'd appeared reluctant to leave Limit Creek.

On duty early, Tamsin had towed their Twin Otter onto the red dirt apron outside their hangar when she'd arrived. Designer stools delivered, they'd landed back in Limit Creek at 10am, settling down to study.

Tucking into her grated cheese sandwich around lunchtime, Tamsin said, "Fuel systems or braking systems next?"

"Fuel," Diane replied.

"Accuracy of fuel gauges on the 737-800?" Tamsin challenged.

"Plus or minus two percent overall."

"True, without a densitometer. Measuring fuel density, fuel gauge accuracy becomes plus or minus one percent."

Diane re-read the fuel gauges section, determined to start streets ahead of their competition.

Wandering into their hangar, the airfield manager interrupted their studying. "Hey girls, we've got a business jet landing in twenty minutes."

"On our rough dirt strip?" Tamsin asked.

"A Pilatus PC-24. They're certified for unpaved strips."

Diane stood. "I coming." Tamsin joined her.

The manager grinned. "I thought you'd be interested."

They walked towards the shed they called a terminal building. Tamsin asked, "Who's on board?"

"Charter outfit from Perth. One female passenger. They're hanging around for her."

Outside the terminal, they peered into the southern sky, watching the Pilatus jet arrive onto final approach. Double flaps trailing from its wings, the gorgeous aircraft sank towards their runway, its high mounted tail engines bringing jet scream to Limit Creek.

Touching down, its soft, professional impact deflected dust and gravel outwards, safeguarding its airframe. The sleek white jet thundered along their rough landing strip, turning to taxi towards them.

Angelica peered out the plane's window at Limit Creek. She'd slept on her quiet Gulfstream jet, inbound to Perth, switching onto the chartered Pilatus to reach Jake's godforsaken rabbit hole. He'd forgotten her. Nobody forgot her.

Recognizing his morality as a problem, she'd let him escape. Creating and manipulating online crusades didn't offend her morals. Deploying her unique skill set, she got paid vast sums.

His routine checks on her stolen six million had reduced. Ordering complete digital surveillance on him a month ago, his recent browsing history had included cocktail dresses and restaurant menus. Timestamps showed an entire morning of obsessive browsing. His robust biceps had once held her slender body from New York to St. Petersburg. He wasn't into dresses.

Delving deeper into his satellite internet provider, she'd captured a banking session launched from his home. Unable to access the encrypted session details, connection data revealed the bank's identity. Near her, the provincial bank alarmed her.

Her team had analyzed Limit Creek residents, eliminating Australian nationals. Turning up licensed pilots whose citizenship matched the bank's location, she'd dug into Diamond Cross Air Cargo. She'd linked Diane to her flight school. The heroic brunette's headline-grabbing landing earned her respect. Flight school records were putty in her hands. She'd identified her training partner, the other pilot at Diamond Cross Air Cargo, Tamsin.

Tying threads together, Diane's established mortgage in joint names made her less likely as Jake's foreign female house guest. A flight school photo showed Tamsin's sleek black hair, slender curves, and cute smile.

She'd pored over both girls' pictures, deciding neither deserved Jake. Arrayed on her pull-out table aboard her chartered jet, she memorized their faces as her plane taxied. Engines shutdown, she left her comfortable leather armchair, stepping into the outback heat.

Briefed by the pilots, she'd expected the airfield manager. He would drive her into town. Scanning her welcoming committee advanced her timetable. Her gaze swept past the two uniformed pilots, disclosing nothing.

The airfield manager detected trouble at a glance. Five feet four inches of sincere trouble, judging from his angle. Wide-legged black cargo pants, an impractical fashion statement, halted at her slim waist. Bare popstar midriff introduced a white crop top under an open white shirt. Designer sunglasses shielded her eyes, but long, straight, midnight black hair defined her. Poised on the aircraft steps, her white sneakers completed her global fashion statement. "Good afternoon, miss."

"Hi." Stepping onto the red dirt surface, she noticed both female pilots react to her accent.

"Where can I drive you?"

She gave Jake's street name.

He smiled. "I know everyone in Limit Creek. Give me a name, I'll take you."

Angelica calculated at lightning speed. She hadn't expected local interference. Selecting brazen attitude from her armory, she said, "Jake." Her gaze trained on all parties, the black haired pilot gave herself away.

The airfield manager nodded toward Tamsin. "She knows Jake."

"I'll take you," Tamsin said. Jake didn't know any private jet riding temptresses. He certainly hadn't mentioned one. Late twenties, maybe, this one oozed sophistication.

Delicious irony pleasing her, Angelica said, "Thank you." The mouse was leading herself into the trap.

Leaving Diane bonding with the Pilatus pilots, Tamsin escorted the temptress towards their hangar, glancing at the black Celine oval bag slung on her svelte shoulder.

She'd spotted the designer bag emerging from the plane. A double C logo sewn onto black calfskin, that exact Celine oval bag had diverted her attention while dress browsing online. She'd examined every photo. Beyond her means, she'd dreamed of it for twenty minutes. "Have you known Jake long?" Tamsin asked.

Angelica relished the baited hook. "I knew him years ago," she said, offering nothing more.

Tamsin grabbed the ute keys, glad she'd washed it yesterday. The girl offered no conversation on their two-minute ride. Declaring her territory, she drove into Jake's carport. Parking beside his black ute, she tapped her horn.

Climbing from her chunky ute, she led the quiet temptress towards the house, encountering Jake arriving from his shed.

Angelica luxuriated in his fearful expression. "Hi, Jake. You owe me six million bucks."

His face fell. Ashen, he said, "Give me bank details, Angelica."

Logging the temptress's name, Tamsin's confidence collapsed. She didn't know Jake had six million. He hadn't denied it.

Angelica named a Swiss bank, reeling off an account number.

He turned towards his shed, Angelica followed. "Stay right there Angelica. I'm not letting you near a computer. Watch her, Tamsin."

Shaken by Jake's scared manner, Tamsin stood guard in their carport watching the dangerous girl.

"Your boyfriend is a thief," Angelica said.

Desperate to defend him, Tamsin recalled Jake's expression. He'd accepted Angelica's six million demand without question.

"Your boyfriend is the world's finest hacker," Angelica said.

"He's not," Tamsin spat, thinking six million dollars disagreed with her.

"No system is beyond him. He planted news articles, helping me destroy targets."

"What targets?" she stammered, irritated she sounded feeble.

"Dissidents, power grids, business competitors, entire countries. He destroyed people for a living, vast populations made hungry to force political change. He sabotaged digital infrastructure, wreaking havoc on industries, ending jobs, tearing apart society's fabric for money, and fun."

"Jake worked for a boutique bank," she countered.

"My boutique bank, honey. It doesn't do much banking."

Tamsin replayed his computer shed, feeling stupid. It was tremendous computing power for programming. Angelica's statements rang true. Her heart ripped into her, shredding her trust, forcing her feet towards her ute.

"Too real for you?" Angelica called.

Tamsin slammed her ute into reverse, speeding her fat tires out onto the street. Turning towards Diane, tears streamed. She'd missed every clue. His well-furnished house, casual attitude to money, and his shed packed with ruthless power. Skidding to a halt outside their hangar, she stormed in, finding Diane studying. Bursting into fresh tears, she poured out her disastrous truth.

Jake returned to his carport. "Six million sent," he said. Tamsin's missing ute slammed visceral fear into his heart. His expression gave him away.

Pleased, Angelica said, "She couldn't compete, honey."

Jake stayed silent. Fighting Angelica was futile. He'd never imagined she'd arrive in the outback in person. Afraid to let her roam Limit Creek, he said, "I'll take you to your plane."

Dumping her at the airfield terminal, he received a quick kiss on his cheek. "You won't get her back. Don't fuck with me." Turning on her sneaker'd foot, she marched towards her jet.

Spinning his wheels, Jake roared towards their hangar. Tamsin's ute wasn't there. He skidded, turning towards town. Racing after her, he bounced over hard earth, his heart wrenched, unsure what Angelica had told her, but certain it was true.

Abandoning his ute, he pounded on the girls' sliding glass door.

Diane opened it inches. "Go away, Jake."

"Let me explain myself," he pleaded.

"Explain what? You lied."

"Please, let me talk to Tamsin. Everything is ancient history. I stopped four years ago." He'd holed up in Limit Creek, trusting in himself. His beautiful future had flown in, followed by his dreadful past. "Please Diane, I love her."

"You deceived her." Diane slammed the door closed, locking it hard.

Minutes passed, leaning on their glass. Loss consumed him. He'd never seen harm coming. Waking up beside Tamsin this morning, certain of their future, he'd decided to leave Limit Creek with her. He'd overcome his fear of Angelica, determined to fight her on her own turf to keep Tamsin. His nemesis had beaten him to it, swiping away the girl he loved.

Trudging towards his ute, his heart ruptured. He'd stood here building his dream, her flawless beauty walking towards him. She was truthfulness, honor, integrity, and spirit. Giving love, she was his everything, and he'd never told her he loved her.