"Go for it", I offered, stepping toward her with my crotch thrust out in front of me."Great. Now I get to see where all that shit comes from that you ...leave in my panties." You know about that?" Well, duh." She dropped to her knees and yanked my zipper down."Careful, Babe. There are some jewels in there." Let me see, let me see, let me see." Julie was as eager to see my equipment as I had been to see hers, it seemed.No problemo for me. I undid my belt as she was unzipping me and let my shorts. Since then, the townsfolk from Cedar Junction itself andthose from neighbouring towns had flocked to sample the excitement onoffer. It struck Carter as odd that such simple fare would still appealto people in the late twentieth century, but then again it was cheap,it was in the open air and, for the young at least, it had a quaintnovelty value.Weaver's field abutted a small wood, and the fair had been laid out totake full advantage of the available space, which meant several of theattractions. This is guttural, insistent communication.One-way.She picks up an apple, and considers it.She begs:‘Fingers…’‘Please?’‘I need you… I need your fingers…’Between his tongue-tip tease, at the holy-hot centre of her pain, almost imperceptible, to the insistent and relentless lateral thrubbing drum beat, also achieved with his tongue, she’d been taken to the edge of her orgasm for half an hour, and countless ‘almost-rans’, where she considered throwing herself off the cliff. But she hadn’t. Knowing. I was finding her presence somewhat distracting and managed to leak some heating fluid onto her cream dining room carpet. She was furious. Hands on hips, her red lips almost snarling. I apologized as humbly as I could, but there would be no question - I had to agree to pay for a specialist cleaner to repair the damage.The following day, she phoned Caroline, to apologise for her outburst. However, my wife sympathized with Jennifer and agreed that I should pay for the damage. I argued the point.