The mood around the dinner table was subdued that night; Terry had gathered the girl's and had a long talk with them, which seemed to have lifted their spirits a little.
Finally, Robert decided something had to be done.
"Right no more moping, you girl's, go and put something sexy on, were going to Tessie's, we men need a little excitement in our dull, mundane life. I'll ring for a mini bus you have thirty minutes."
The girls disappeared up stairs whispering to each other, while the men gathered around the bar smiles on their faces.
When the girls reappeared they had all opted for minis, Terry was wearing a scarlet halter above a black full skirted mini that hung low on her hips, her midriff bare.
She came over to him to accept a drink, and he noticed that she wasn't wearing a bra her nipples prominent through the thin material, none of the girls was he saw.
By the second of Tessie's rum punches they all began to relax, the girls were dancing to the calypso music, the men joining them on the slow ones. But gradually the beat became faster has the music began to change to the tribal rhythms. Robert sat back a satisfied look on his face, as he watched the girls cavorting on the floor. When they returned to take a drink he noticed that Terry's halter was sticking to her by her perspiration her breasts in sharp relief; he saw that all the girls had the same problem.
"Bloody hell," Bill said, "it's like a wet tee shirt contest with them," he groaned.
By the end of the night when they returned to the table they were all glowing with perspiration their chests heaving at their exertions. Robert ran a finger over Terry's belly then tasted it, the taste of salt predominant. The halter was mouldered to her breasts. She knows what effect this is having on me he knew, they all do he realised.
Back at the villa, Sue announced that they should all go for a swim in the sea. Terry said to go ahead that she would bring some towels down. They all trooped down to the beach leaving him and Terry to bring the towels.
He took the towels from her arms and placed them on the table, and then kissed her.
"Thank you darling," he whispered.
"What for," she asked.
"For geeing up the girls."
She smiled; he knew what she had been doing to bring the girls out of their mood'
"And this is for geeing me up," he said kissing her again, as he removed the halter.
"No Bobby let's take the towels down," she set of with them leaving the halter behind.
On the beach, she left the towels by the steps taking one she moved to the shadows cast by the palm trees spreading it, after removing the mini she laid on it, her arms above her head waiting.
He was laid with his head on her chest muzzling her nipple his body coming back into control. "We can go for that swim now; I think I need it," she murmured, "but I don't think we can use the towel to dry off with, it's already wet," she chuckled.
"Well by the sound of the seabirds we won't be the only ones with a damp towel."
"What seabirds its past midnight, the only sound is...oh funny," she laughed.
Over the next few weeks, they gradually shook of the gloom of Bob's death each was grieving for him in their own way.
Alan had phoned again saying that all the aircraft had now been modified, and the three were back under taking missions.
"Robbie I think we need to get Dave, Dick and Jim back sooner than we had planned, at the moment they're putting in three sometimes four missions a day, with Bob's absence they are desperately short handed, as well as being shaken by Bob's death."
"It's only my view Sir, but if they have SAM's and are specifically targeting A10's then I think we should hold the new boys back a little longer. Let me Tim, Bill and Tom go back over until the quite period starts in November. It will give Dave and the others a chance to select a replacement from amongst the new intake and catch their breath."
"I didn't want to suggest that Robbie, but it's is my view too, when can you get back to the UK?"
"We would have to book the flights, say two or three days."
He managed to get the three together while the girls were chatting telling them what Alan and he had said, asking them how they felt about it.
Without hesitation, they all agreed.
"Look there's no need for the girls to come back, there better of here together, do you agree," he asked them.
They all nodded. "Right I'll check for flights and then we can break the glad tidings to them."
The girls knew something was wrong by their faces when they came back. Robert didn't prevaricate but came straight out with it.
"We have been recalled, we leave day after tomorrow at two."
Their faces said it all, but it was Terry who took control of the situation.
"I'd better help you pack, come on girls let's give them a hand."
He'd never felt prouder of her, of all of them as they rose and made their way inside.
The next morning they were all going to go into town to pick up things the boys would need over there. He was in the study ringing for a minibus, when he put the phone down it rang.
It was Pearl "Bob," her voice sounded strained, '"Terry told me you have to go back, and what has happened over there. I'd like to see you if that is possible before you go please."
He thought for a moment, remembering what she had done for him.
"I was going out with all the others, but I could make an excuse and see you at the Port in say an hour."
"OK, Bob I'll be waiting there."
He went downstairs and told them he had forgotten about the boat and would have to de-commission it before leaving and that Terry knew what he needed.
He watched has the minibus drove off before climbing into the Range Rover.
He parked up alongside her Saab and walked down to the quay; she was waiting by Tomic. They never spoke until they were in the cabin; then Pearl rounded on him.
'How dangerous will it be for you now, with these new weapons they have'? She asked anxiously.
'Hardly any at all, we are ready for them'
