. the ... Bad Samaritan? He had not paid enough attention to religious education at school or home or church.“I say, you chaps. Why not pick on some...one your own size?” This was a foolish, schoolboy comment, the kind he had said to McClintock or Foodle when they bullied an ‘oikling’ (the school term for a first year). He realised then that they could not even pick on him, they were several chest sizes bigger than him; his one claim to possible salvation was that their waist size was similarly. From early morning to past midnight. Only a few hours to sleep each night. Needless to say, we drove our private lives in the ground. My girlfriend left, her boyfriend moved out. We both were single. For the first time since we met each other. On our own and basically spending all our time together. We grew found of each other. As friends, for the moment.It was in one of those quiet nights in the office. My future wife and me in still hanging out there. Working, alone, as nearly every night. “I don’t think I have a right to object to that, no matter how much I don’t like it.”Maddy just nodded in agreement.“So, that is your way back. Arrange a threesome with Kyle and another woman. But it needs to be his idea. Who do you know who would be interested? What about your bi friend?”“No, I don’t think so. Once she has been with Kyle, she might try to take him off me.”Maddy scoffed,“She could try, but she won’t succeed. Even though at the moment, you think you have lost him, and I suppose. I remember my first initiation to witness an erection, and the feelings I experienced, the need to explore further and the realisation, that this was the final piece of the jigsaw that fell into place and left me with a yearning to experiment further. There were five girls, I was the youngest at ten, and the rest all one year older. We had a boy with us and he was to be our plaything as we sat in our hut, our gang headquarters. We were all thirsting for knowledge, and as the rain pelted down on.