It is none of my business, but we noticed that you were putting scraps of food in your pockets while you were out there cleaning the tables. Why were ...you doing that?" he demanded with a grim voice."Is that a crime?" No, it isn't, but we were wondering if you would like to have a hot meal tonight and a place to stay?"She gave him a suspicious look, "What do I have to do in order to get this hot meal and a place to stay tonight?" All you have to do is come party with me and my friend." And if I. I had what I came for, but something kept me in this time zone. For some reason, I stayed. I wondered at this myself. Usually I had a plan, and stuck to it. This time, I was hesitant about returning home.Sure, it was an exciting time in the history of England, and I'd had the opportunity to observe one of the most reviled kings in history. But there were other time zones that were more important I could go to. I could head back and watch Winston Churchill during WWII, who had know when bombers. I walked in silence back to where I had left my bikini. Quickly I got dressed, then I ran back to the campsite. I reached the solitude of my tent and looked through my bag. I had no idea what was going on, but I removed the only pair of shorts and shirt in it and put them on. I vowed I wasn't coming out for the rest of the trip. I couldn't stand to face any of the guys.No one came and bothered me for an hour or so, until Denise summoned me out of my tent. I didn't want to, but I felt compelled. Slowly but surely, though, she managed to get inch by inch in, choking and drooling as she pushed it deeper, pulled it out, took a breath and plunged it in again. After a minute or two, her head was red and tears rolled down her cheeks, but she managed to get the whole thing down except for the end that she was holding. Rachel was surprised and impressed. "Wow, you really did it! To be honest, I was kind of skeptical about it at first, since this is pretty specific and I'd never heard of you.