“Help! Help me!”She definitely heard it that time. A female voice was calling out for help from the darkness of the alley. The odd thing was… th...e voice almost sounded like it was coming from deep within a tunnel. Or a hole. It was so distant and echoey. This seems like a trap. Joyce resigned herself with continuing on before she was frightened by a much louder scream of terror.“Hello?” Joyce called into the alley. “Are you okay? Should I call the poli-““HELP! HE’S GOING TO KILL ME!”Joyce. She leaned over and kissed me. ‘Time for dinner??’ ‘Sure, now that we’ve had dessert!!’ We went off to a local seafood place and had a nice meal. The service was really good, probably because the waiter was a college age kid who kept checking out her tits. Every once in a while Samantha would shift in her seat. The third time, I looked at her with a look of apparent amusement. ‘Your come is drying in my bush, and it gets sticky as it dries. My hair sticks to my jeans, which pulls it. So I have. I was woken by Karen tapping me on my head and telling me that everyone was waiting for me.I jumped up and started to head out of the leisure centre, to go up to my room grabbing my phone on the way but all the other 9 people who were going on the picnic said that we didn’t have time for me to go up to my room and said that I should just go as I was.“But I’m naked.” I protested.I was hit by a barrage of people telling me that it would be okay and that it wouldn’t be a problem where we were. I wondered at my own perhaps slightly trite response, but the conversation changed and it left my mind for the moment.Later I climbed into bed alongside my already half-asleep lover. She lay, naked, with her back to me as I slid under the cover. I lay on my back thinking again about what I felt while making love to the lovely form now lying beside me. 'He' stirred languidly to my thoughts, thoughts of slipping inside my love. I 'wanted ' to feel that slide.In the low light of the lamp we leave.