'I watched him continue down to the pathway, but he didn't turn instead he kept on running to Calderwood where he made a right turn and kept going. 'I... thought you said he was... ?''The thought of Anne and the vivid memory of Saturday night was just a little too much for him and he's changed his mind. But don't worry, he's not going home.'He was jogging as he crossed over Faversham Road. By the time he turned into Chestnut Avenue he was running full out. In the warm night air he was really. I couldn't resist. I took them and sat on the bed.I could smell her scent and it was exciting me. I took off all my clothesand rubbed them against myself. I could never forget them, satin withlace, pink: so soft and girly. As I put them on I thought of how wonderfulI felt. I sat back on the bed and fell back. I could feel the satinagainst my skin, I started to close my eyes and think about wearing moreof my wife's delicates.Just then I heard the garage door close. I shot up and panicked, trying. We climbed for some time following the trekking trail and then took a diversion into the forest. It had no foot trails but the way these people were going, they knew the place well.A little further into the forest, we reached a place that was less dense. It was still dark due to the night. Ajay hung the bag on one of the tree branches and told me that we have reached the spot. I was like what now and what was the next step?We all sat on the rock to take some rest and started drinking the beer.. ” Something caught my eye off to the side of the road. “Oh look!” I said pointing. Wild raspberry bushes were growing in profusion, each heavily laden with ripe fruit. Stephie pushed her hair back from her face. “Wow, you hardly ever see raspberry bushes. Blackberries, yeah, all the time, but not raspberries.” I let Stephie’s hand go and I leaned over to pick some of the red berries. “Be careful,” Stephie warned, “they have picky things on them.” “I am,” I said, while carefully plucking the.