Awake. Drenched. Still unsteady as I stand and look in the mirror. A shower should help, but it doesn't. It only washes away the sweat. But the long n...ght is still on my face, and I look in the mirror and see stubble. I can't shave today. I can't keep my hand steady right now. Maybe later. But for now, the stubble will stay. The dark circles of a long night too.The day passes and it is evening. My head is clear and I know what I want. I talk to you on the phone, and I know what you want too.In. Well nothing I cannot fix," Dela said in her usual, tight-lippedfashion, straightening up and surveying the few cuts and bruises she'dsuffered from thorns and rocks."Let me see..." Ciel said softly, and Dela reluctantly held out her armfor the ranger.Ciel sheathed her bow and whipped out some simple herbal remedies from apouch. Daubing a wad of clean cloth, she quickly cleaned Dela's woundwith a natural disinfectant. Neither of the women had wounds which weremore than nuisances, which Ciel. "Why do they do that?" he asked.I stayed silent, but Joyce perked up and looked back at David. "Why do they do what?"David snorted. "Why is it whenever a man or woman is caught cheating they always start by saying, 'It's not what you think.' How do they know what their partner is thinking?"I sighed and tried to turn away. The comments had brought back memories of the last time I had seen my wife Robin, and I had to wonder what might have occurred in the fifteen months since I walked out on her,. She was at one as her breasts were gently touched, and every pass of the massage hands touched her nipples. Slowly our guide reached the sacred heart of K’s body and stimulated every sense around the clitoris – but in such a way that K was stimulated but not exploding. She like me before was enjoying a sense of stimulation and peace. Amazing combination.After K was awaken from a drifting sleep we had the final 90mins of our time with our wonderful female guide. This time we each took turns on.