He put the supply pack and the arrow quiver around his neck and rested the weight against his chest. He reached down, balancing his heavy load careful...ly, and picked up Stick's things too. He helped Stick drape his quiver and pack in front and then the two men started back towards their village.Moving through the forest towards their good hunting place, Stick was forced to make adjustments because his awkward walking gait made the heavy quiver load bounce around too much and irritated his back. "Unh!" Paul woke with a jolt and shook the images from his mind. That last, intimate picture of Rosemary turned his stomach.Paul rolled over, put his feet on the floor, and reached over to turn on the bedside lamp.The gloves! He had forgotten about the gloves, but there they were; white silk gloves covering his hands up past the elbows. He sighed and looked at them, wondering what to do. Would Rosemary go ballistic when she saw that he was wearing them? He expected that Rosemary was responsible. Try it and see."Off to the tool-shed for a hammer and chisel. Yup, steel, not pure iron. Well, it would have to do. When I got back she had her arms folded under her tits – did I mention that she was naked? – and the pissed-off look was back. "Do I cut the chain?" No, idiot. First turn the stone over so I can see which sigil the bastard used." The bastard?" My bastard brother. Now turn that fucking rock over. Use the chisel. Don't touch the rock yourself." If your brother is a bastard..." Got. My brain wasthinking of ways of getting them together so that I could watch. Onenight we came home from the cinema early and walked in on Efan whowas looking at my private collection of photos of Christi. Histrousers were down around his knees and he was wanking his big tool,the biggest I’ve ever seen – even bigger than any of those huge cocksI’d seen in videos. It was enormous. He had one hand on it, grippingit as he jerked away but I could see his fingers didn’t meet.