'No need', I replied, my voice sounding thick, like treacle, 'I don't mind a little wetness under my bum', I said inwardly, smiling back into his face..., and at that I picked up my bag and made my way upstairs.I knew his eyes were following my legs. I was in a state of arousal and my lack of underwear made the tops of my thighs shine with my vaginal lubrication, as my labia slid deliciously against each other, massaging my swollen clitoris, and producing more lubrication, by the top of the flight. I screamed, weakly, into the hand, and then felt a hot breath on my neck. Rough whiskers scratched at my skin, and a strong body-odor assailed my nose.“Looks like ta’day’s my lucky day!” the voice almost cackled. My hands reached up to the hand and wrist veering my lips, and I tried to pull it off, my nostrils flaring as I was now heaving my chest to breathe, but in my weakened state, I couldn’t. I didn’t have the strength to overcome his grip. I tried to kick at him, but, again, my. My back is killing me.”She came back shortly and sat down on the sofa while I went to the kitchen to make some sandwiches. As I entered the living room, Karen was lying on the sofa, face down. “Are you o. k.,” I asked? “Yes, my back hurts though.”“Karen, don’t take this the wrong way, but I will be glad to massage your back if you wish.”She smiled and said “Dr. Giordano, that would be great.” Then I told her to call me Dick as long as we were not in the classroom. “O.k., Dick” she said.I. At the front desk of the tiny motel; I asked the clerk, if we could get a discount for another night but no luck and we were asked to pay the usual amount of 22 Pounds per person per night. We both searched our pockets and came out with a total of 45 Pounds only between us and we needed still some money for food and incidentals. I believe it was not new for the desk clerk to see the backpackers run into such troubles of going short on money and he interjected saying, “Are you boys in need of.