", Vicki tentatively replied, turning the floor over to her new loverboy turned lovergirl as she did so. "How come they didn't go the Mexican route wi...th you? Y'know, what with the callous way you were treating women..." "Because... I never once crossed the line! "That's to say that I never - Ever! - slept with a woman that didn't want me to sleep with her! And... while I freely admit to being a cad and therefore, somewhat callous as far as my dealings with the women I had bedded were. ” He shrugged. “You know how gossip can exaggerate things. Some claim they can hear people screaming at night. Centuries ago it had a reputation for torture. It was said that the government used it to interrogate their enemies. But that's just part of the folklore.”“Wow! Now I really want to go!”I walked up the steps leading to the entrance. The view from the castle was magnificent. It overlooked the Nahe river. It wasn't exactly what I had pictured a castle would look like; it had been. I was in shock that this was actually happening. Part of me felt guilt for my actions but my hormones were raging. He took off my shirt and lowered my shorts to my ankles. Next he began to began to gently stroke my rock hard penis and feel my soft balls. This was the first time I had ever been touched by a man in this way and it was exhilarating. As he continued to stroke me , he also pulled out his penis and guided my hands to it. I stroked him the best that I could without knowing what I was. ”“Is it? I guess so. I would have said bleak.”“Yes.”“But think of ‘The Drover’s Wife.’ The story or the painting. That’s bleak. And lonely. But it’s quite imposing.”“True. And you’re leaving tomorrow?”“Yes. And you?”“I’m staying here for a few more days.”“And then?”“Sydney to ‘do’ the museums and see what’s on.”“Phone me. Leave a message at the Museum and let me know where you are.”“I’ve a friend who works at the Glebe Library and lives near there. I’ll be staying with her.”“Please call me.”“I.