The salt air clung to Nicola’s skin as she stepped from her car, the crunch of gravel beneath her heels the only sound in the crystalline afternoon. Lena’s bungalow sat perched on the cliffs like a promise, with whitewashed walls and the endless blue of the North Sea roaring below. Nicola’s hands trembled as she smoothed her mini skirt, acutely aware of the damp cotton of her white panties clinging to her shaved sex, the...