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Arabella and Georgiana Parke-Robinson were heading north. After two months of exploring all that Southern Cyprus had to offer, the Colonel’s wife and daughter were following the well-trodden path into the northern half of the island.
Arabella was certainly enjoying all that Cyprus had to offer. As a senior officer’s wife, she had no shortage of money to spend and she’d found that since the island’s economy had gone down the toilet, her Euros stretched even further. Now that her beloved daughter was back from university, she had booked a few days away in the Turkish controlled North. The beaches were supposed to be out of this world and everything was even cheaper. She was a thirty-nine-year-old woman who looked at least five years younger. Slim, blonde and attractive, she had the h
