”Having arrived it surprised Shelia how little light there was in the copse. They dismounted and tethered their mounts.“Where on earth is it then ...Guy?”He chuckled, “OK, better take my hand because it’s down a little slope through here.”Having slivered down a path, the pair emerged into a clearing where the structure stood.Hand in hand they stood taking-in the strangeness of the old building.The Lodge was a folly of sorts; a small conical tower against a small square hall, built with local flint. I love you, whatever you do. If you didn't like Shakespeare, I'd still love you. If you told me you didn't want to be together tonight because you were going to a beer and bong bash, I'd still love you. I'd worry more, but I'd still love you."Sophia laughed. "I think I knew that. But it was nice to hear, anyway. I really do like reading more than partying. I suppose I always did; I just forgot. But I worry about my image, more than I should. Reading Shakespeare and getting good grades just is. I slide my ass down the seat a little so that my body is more horizontal, he adjusts and is over me. The hand behind me moves and is free. Realizing that he's smiling while our lips are firmly glued together, his hand continues to traipse across my body. He is not being gentle as he roams, his fingers tweak my nipples until I have to let out a weak cry in his mouth. He pulls away from the kiss and grins at me, moving again to reach down under the drivers seat of the car. I feel that I am past. Memories of past chaos wrecked on the calendars came to mind;The Lecherous Leprechaun telling dirty limericks that transformed prudish heroes into the whores they dressed up like…A succubus mocking Cupid that forced heroes and villains to fall madly in love with each other…The twisted 50’s American Sitcom House Mother intent on turning young women into happy homemakers with a need to bare children by the dozens…The Biker Santa delivering Ho-ho-hoes to the cities of the world….Ah good laughs,.