All around I could faintly hear the traffic and noises of the big city and the frequent roar of a jet plane that had taken off from Heathrow, heading ...off to goodness knows where. More prevalent though were the birds tweeting and pigeons cooing.Every now and then a squirrel would appear, looking for titbits that visitors and locals alike would feed them. They were quite tame and I had seen one take food from a visitors hand on many occasions. I loved London’s parks. Although I loved the hustle. We thought the Monsoon rain would be like Mumbai, which I call home, but it was really bad. When we got there, our train had broken down twice on the way, and everything was like a river of mud. We realized that we wouldn’t see any women in bikinis, but at least we could get drunk very cheap, and started to that. One evening, the rain reduced slightly, and we wore some jackets and went to the nearby bar instead of just drinking in the hotel room. My friends were drinking when I saw this hot. "So you are one of those... what do they call the person in charge?" Amy asked."A Dominant, and yes I am. Actually, though, no one is really in charge in a BDSM scene... the submissive, in my case the girl, submits to the Dominant and the Dominant leads her in the way she wants to go with things. So it's a mutual thing–they work together to get to where they both want to be," he said."Johnny, the pictures we saw on your computer were..." Lisa started."They were really hot!" Amy finished her. “Avery hates the bus that much,” Victoria pointed ahead. Avery was talking with Gia who looked serene outside of the drama classroom. There were a few others pacing around, pouring over scripts or otherwise infected with nervous energy, including Leanne’s own brother Silas. Silas was holding his script open and going over his lines again and again. The others around were less focused. Gia flashed her eyes over to see Leanne, David and the Shannons.“C’mon, Avie, stay and try out with me!” Gia.