He seemed very unimpressed and very in-charge whenever he responded to me. He talked down to me like I was a little girl. He pretty much demanded that... we meet at a hotel, where he would handcuff me and then rough-fuck me. His dick was pretty average, and he seemed to understand my needs. I was so turned on with how he spoke to me that I finally agreed to go through with it once and for all. Everything had gone incredibly. He had fucked me just like he said he would. I was flat on my stomach on. ”I moaned softly and said, “Mmmm, if they were playmates that could be very exciting.”He took a drink, “Well what do you want to hear, what I like to do sexually or otherwise?”“Both.”“I like to go to the movies, dinners, go to sporting events, plus pools and hot tubs. I love to go to concerts of the bands, we heard when we I was twenty something.”My eyes lit up, because he and I had many similarities. “I love going to the movies, going to musical concerts in the park, I love 50, 60 and 70's. We sat there, only talking. He was so easy to talk to, like I had known him forever. Had I? Maybe in a past life we were some great pair of lovers. Antony and Cleopatra, Romeo and Juliet. I wish I known then that just as those fabled lovers, we too were doomed. He looked down at his watch after what seemed all at once to be an incredibly short time, and what seemed to stretch forever. He got up, and pulled me to him. I slid my hands under his shirt, drawing him as close as possible. I lifted. "Thistle" on her way down the Stour to the open sea. Sailing Barges, are, alas, now just a rare "heritage" feature of the East Coast.They once carried just about anything to just about anywhere from Plymouth to Newcastle and in between. Once, there were thousands; now just thirty or so remain. Identifiable by their big red sprit mainsails, they are flat bottomed with large leeboards. Some of them draw only about 3' of water unladen. Thistle carries people nowadays — up to fifty for a day-sail..