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the closer they got, the more mysterious everything seemed. Thoughts ran through his head, pieces of a jigsaw that wouldn't fit together.
    The sun hovered on the horizon by the time they reached the town of Matlock Bath. Limestone crags rose almost vertically from the edge of a river that ran parallel to the road. The main street resembled a promenade, lined with shops, amusement arcades and visitor attractions, with signs advertising show caverns and a theme park. The area seemed to be popular with motorcyclists who parked along the road and strolled through the town dressed in their leathers. Up ahead, a cable car passed over the road, taking passengers to the top of the wooded slopes. Whitewashed houses dotted the hillside.
    “I think we'll rest here for the night,” Jade said after passing though the town. She pulled into a lay-by and parked the lorry up.
    Zen felt glad they’d stopped. Still needed to think of a way to wheedle himself out of the bet. In the distance, he could see the limestone crag, dark and forbidding as the sun went down.
    Jade pulled the curtains over the cab windows, and then climbed into a sleeping section behind the seats. Zen settled himself down in the front, his arms folded over his chest and his head leaning against the cold window. His head swam with questions and he didn't think he’d be able to sleep.
    “Well, are you joining me or not?”
    Zen turned to face Jade and his jaw dropped open when he saw she’d removed her white top. A black, tribal dragon tattoo inscribed her left breast, and as he’d suspected, a piercing speared one of her large nipples.
    Zen licked his lips and followed the magnetic attraction of his penis as he clambered over the seat. There was no preamble as their lips met and he fumbled to undo her jeans. He yanked them off and then fondled her breasts, his fingers teasing the steel stud in her nipple.
    Jade groaned and pulled Zen's top off before removing his trousers and underwear. Then her mouth devoured his penis, and shivers of pleasure ran through him as her tongue flicked over his genital piercing. He reciprocated, pleased to find a piercing through her vulva. He was in heaven, and although there wasn't much room to manoeuvre, she mounted him, her hands pressed against the ceiling of the cab as she rose up and down.
    Zen clenched his buttocks and thrust into her, his eyes watching the rise and fall of her breasts. A fine sheen of sweat coated her body and she threw her head back, a cascade of hair falling down her back.
    God, it felt good.
    When they finished, Jade lay at his side. He could hear her breathing. He ran a hand through her hair, heard her sigh and mumble something in her sleep and he smiled.
    Outside, the wind sniffed around the lorry like a pack of wolves.
    Eventually he fell asleep, but a dream disturbed his slumber.
    In the dream, he saw his mother and father walking towards him through a dark forest. They looked older than the last time he’d seen them, his mother's hair streaked with grey and his father's braided ponytail more like a snake than hair.
    Both were dressed in bellbottom jeans decorated with flowers, and his father sported a thick afghan coat while his mother wore a thin, cotton shirt.
    “Hey, son,” his father said. “Long time no see.”
    Zen mumbled a curt reply in his sleep.
    “You know we love you, son,” his mother said.
    “Remember that,” his father said. The braided snake stirred, flicking out a forked tongue.
    Somewhere overhead, an owl hooted. Zen didn't know if it was in the dream, or in the real world.
    “Zen,” his mother said. “There's a storm in a teacup, the tea leaves show dark portents.”
    Zen's father nodded and his coat rippled, as though something moved underneath.
    The leaves on the trees rustled and whispered in nature's secret language. Overhead, a shooting star streaked across the sky, leaving a rainbow of colours in its wake.
    The trees changed and Zen found himself standing in a mangrove