Next he got his clothes for the evening out and laid them on his bed. That made him wonder whether he ought to do anything about the bed. Should he pu...ll the counterpane and duvet back or would that be too obvious and forward? In the end he decided to compromise and just removed the counterpane but that meant he had to move all his clothes again. Next he thought his shoes were not clean enough so he gave them a polish. What had he done with the theatre tickets? He spent a fruitless half hour. He indoctrinated me with parables and I twisted them into stories. We were collaborating on the work, mostly by challenging each other’s perceptions. It was some of the most stimulating intellectual conversation I’d ever had.“So, what’s the lesson?” I asked.“For all their holiness, it isn’t the holy who do the work of God.”“Really? Look at that guy by the side of the road.” I talked and storyboarded at the same time on a big sheet of newsprint. Doc used to have us make multiple small drawings. " I replied breathlessly as my heart beat rapidly.I was completely captivated by this gorgeous stranger who was creating feelings in me like one ever had before. I have never felt such a strong sexual attraction to a man until now. As I looked into his eyes, it seemed that nothing else in the world existed at this moment but him."Can I come over to your place tonight?" He asked."Sure." I replied sweetly as I took a slip of paper and wrote down my address and phone number.My new acquaintance. " What? Where?" Up behind the other shed."Now I should just give a few words about the lie of the land. Although the bungalow is quite close to the road it is approached up a long drive which is parallel to the road and crosses the bottom of the adjacent field. The ground rises steeply behind the bungalow, flattens slightly where the barn is, then goes on up, but not too steeply. There is another shed and then behind that is the static caravan, not very visible because of a lot of planting. We.