I go to the fridge and get a cold drink, opening it and taking a well deserved drink I place it on the table. As I do I notice something under the mag...azine on the table. It appears to be a photo, I pull the bottom of it and as it comes from below the magazine it is revealing a lady in a black work business dress suit. With her hair tied up and glasses on.It takes my brain a while to realise that it is a picture of you. I didn’t recognise you dressed this way. The black jacket undone and your. "Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground, long heath, brown furze, anything."He reflected, in the midst of his continuing battle with nausea, that few of the present generation of semi literate kids in our God forsaken wreck of a once great country had ever, in the whole of their rotten, useless, miserable and hopefully short lives, read these words! And thanks to the craven, traitorous gang of cretinous Europhiles who ran the UK these days with their crazed. Once I got to the other side I started getting our rope under the branches of the fallen tree and while doing that I made sure that I also captured all the magical threads I could find and I didn’t just snatch them but I also pulled them towards me with all the meager magical skills I had.Maybe my skills were not so meager at all, since I managed to gather several threads and I could sense them coming to me. Despite my anger I did my best to store the feelings connected to the threads that came. “Oh, that’s not really necessary. I mean I didn’t do hardly anything.” He looked at me and I leered at him. “Oh but you did. I mean, I was stranded here, all alone.” “Well, I just…” “You saved my life Tim,” I whispered as I took hold of his coveralls and pulled him close to me. “I owe you everything,” I said as I closed my eyes and kissed him. I could feel his cock, hard and pulsing against my thigh as I explored his mouth with my tongue. He moaned and kissed me back passionately. I kept him.