??What was the journey back like???Actually it was remarkably pleasant. Theroute was hilly rather than mountainous and we stayed overnight at quite al...arge village, about a dozen huts. Suma and Roger were spoilt for choice ofyoung females and there were to be several young lads too and I tried a coupleof them. Roger?s humour began to come back when I chained him to a young girlthat he seemed to fancy. The village had a hut put aside for visitors becausethe route was fairly well used, indeed we. . never distracted you as instructed. No, for on meeting you the very first time I fell in love with you and so doing his bidding was a relatively simple matter, for just to be near you, to smell a mere whiff of your fragrance would have made me so happy. But to find that you... you cared for me was unbelievable, improbable and utterly..." words failed me."I wanted to tell you from the very first. But how could I? You would have rushed to Sir Baring and confronted him. I would be ruined and. When he looked up something deep and warm leapt inside him. There she was. Just standing there, staring at him. Having no breath, Calvin could only stand and stare back. Unlike their only other meeting, there were no smiles.She was wearing a light blue blouse, with a white cardigan draped over her shoulders, and a wide dark blue skirt. The cardigan had pulled at the collar of the blouse, and there it was—the L shaped scar.How long did they stand staring at each other, uncertain and voiceless?. He said yes he was, and he introduced himself as John. He was a few years older than me, average height, fairly skinny, casually dressed. After a bit of conversation about our respective experiences, it was clear to me that he was a much more experienced swinger than I.It wasn't long before I saw a couple come in through the door. I recognised Jenny immediately. She was hand in hand with a well-built guy wearing a black leather jacket and jeans. Jenny was dressed in classic slut gear, a very.