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Twenty-five
On the way back from Chatsworth, Miranda pulled into a dirt track she’d spotted from the main road on the way here.
As she turned off the ignition, Josh have her a sideways glance. “We’re not going dogging now are we?” he joked, but there was the edge of a serious tone in his question.
Miranda patted his knee. “No don’t worry. That’s next weeks lesson.” She winked at him and he laughed. “Actually, I want to see how you get on with a bit of driving. Fancy it?”
He took a look at the track ahead. “Er…yeah. Okay then.”
They swapped seats and reattached their belts.
“Now, can you remember how to start it?”
Josh looked nervously around the contr
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