"Sorry."...Part two: Reconnecting.I was in my office the next morning, thinking about the mixer from the night before, when my office phone rang."Hell...o?"There was a few seconds of silence."Tho' it was always love divided, it was never love denied."It was a line from a poem I had written, 'Song From The Purple Turtles'.I didn't say anything. I knew who it was.A few more seconds went by before she said, in a quiet voice, "You could have told me." Told you what Ce?" Everything. That you were Dean. .... The show is repeated on the cookery channel but thescenes described below have been cut from the show which is a real shame....My wife, Joanne, and I were going out to a formal dinner at a friendshouse. Our friend, James, was having a five course meal for about 50 ofhis friends and had hired a marquee to hold the party in. This was goingto be followed by a disco. John's parties were well known and had lots ofdrink and were renowned for being a bit wild. Luckily we could walk to hishouse so. Surely the others were wondering where they were. She was supposed to light the lamps before it got too dark but she couldn't even think of leaving, especially when Melissa brought her hands down and pushed Lystra’s hands aside. Melissa knew exactly what to do and started touching the lips of her crotch. Lystra felt silky-wet with the heat of Melissa’s rubbing.“Stop,” she whispered. “You shouldn’t touch me down there. What if someone comes?” “Down there?” Melissa laughed. “This is called your. ‘You will kill her, Mark. At least wait until she knows she is being punished before beating her. Come, let the camp doctor examine your throat. The bitch will be out for a while.’ ‘What of the other one?’ Mark’s voice was raspy and hoarse and he cleared it, trying to ease the pain. ‘She seemed uncommonly fond of him. Perhaps we should bring him into the tent and wait until she wakes before we torture him. I think she will want to protect him more than she would herself.’ ‘Yes, General. I bow.