So, back on the road tomorrow?" Yep, heading over to Pakenham to pick apples and pears." Ah to be young again, today's generation have it all over min...e." Haw! ... you're not that old." I quipped."Sweet talker, I better warn the young 'virgins' about you."The banter continued until the end of the set, I thanked her and suggested I might look her up later. I did have a dance with young Rosie but heeded the matrons advice. Several dances later, I'd been out for a leak, the next set was in. I walked past quite a few people then stopped and pretended to text someone. men stopped and watched. god I was so hot, but surprisingly not scared.I turned and began my walk back, all the time pulling down on my dress trying not to look slutty. it wasn't working.one older gentleman who had been watching me the whole time began walking towards me. as we passed he smiled and said hello, I responded by smiling and saying hi. I think he figured out I was a guy at that time.I stopped and played. The next night… I tell you that I will meet you in a club and that I will be wearing a small tightly fitted blue dress that ends just above my knees. I’m dancing away, with my best friends close by, always looking around for you. I don’t realize your already here and that you have been watching me and talking to me for the past 2 and a half hours. I then turn to you, and tell you that I don’t think he is coming (never suspecting that my ever obedient slave is actually my best friend). I say I. Holy shit. Holy shit! Was she actually saying she'd been with a guy in the time we'd been together? I thought back over these weeks. When had she been out by herself? Holy shit! Her cousin's birthday. And that camping weekend she had. Or the 'slumber-party' at her girlfriends. She'd had lots of chances."Shit," I let out quietly. She knew what I was thinking, for sure. But she said nothing. Neither of us did for a long time, we just lay there in the sun, close but not touching. After a long time.