I was exciting myself, magnifying the events for my own sexual gratification, my last sexual relations with my husband, was over a year back, so this ...intrusion was preparing causing my own body to respond in preparedness, I was opening like a flower, becoming erect and freely flowing, his fingertips closing in on my prize, as they inched upwards, soon he would feel my warmth, my wetness, my willingness to suppress my moral instinct, and take him fully into my being.His finger lightly brushed. ” I arrived on schedule in London. Gabrielle was waiting on the platform, wearing a cute girly summer dress with biker boots, her red hair in a ponytail. She looked very pretty and bubbly and she was happy to see me. We kissed and she looked me in the eyes.“Nervous?”“No, not at all,” I bluffed with a coy smile which betrayed that this was actually the scariest adventure of my life.“Don’t worry, Irene,” she said, “you’ll love being a girl.” She took me by the hand and we walked to the tube. In. She had been quiet since the funeral last night."How far is it to your Grandma's farm from here if we ride the horses?"She looked at me strangely, again, and quietly said that it was about four hours."We should go and tell them what happened don't you think?" She just nodded. I had absolutely no clue on how to talk to a girl that was medieval, teenaged, grieving, possibly infatuated, and I was probably missing a few others. I just told her that she would feel better when she could talk to her. She, Janet and David had slept through the whole thing.The generator was still running that morning at five when David woke them, he needed to go out and releive himself. The sky was blue and clear of clouds. Janet and Carley fixed a simple breakfast. David had come in and gone to his bed, he watched his two masters eat but was not interested in grapefruit, toast or strawberry preserves. He was much too young for coffee. Carley and Janet had showers and dressed for the day. Neither spent much.