I called Rachel and discovered that she was at home. So I went home, too.I was reading Germaine Greer's On Rage after dinner. It's about the widesprea... rage of indigenous men and was criticised as being racist. It followed Kevin Rudd's apology. But what got me to Greer was her militant feminism. How could my mum think that Sarah shouldn't be a taxidermist? That was sex stereotyping just as telling her she couldn't be a mechanic would be.Deep down, Sarah's trapeze artist or whatever was just her. Reg, Tristan, and Dae-Re brought up the rear, with Reg in the middle and Tristan to the left and Dae-Re his right.They had not travelled far down the passageway before they heard the sound of many feet behind them. Reg turned and brought TimeKeeper up to the ready as he continued backpedaling down the passageway."Aaron, we are going to have company," Reg announced, drawing power. "Continue on, I will catch up."Reg moved to the center of the passageway, adjusted his stance, and waited. He did. My eyes were closed, and I happily allowed her to do as she pleased. My hand was pulled free and lifted up to her face and I felt my fingers being stroked along her soft lips before they were sucked into her mouth. I felt her tongue sliding around them, savouring herself.Suddenly her weight was gone from my lap and I opened my eyes to find her facing me. I sat frozen to the seat but had no time to wonder what was to come next. She moved even closer and climbed onto the sofa to kneel either side. “Just tomato sauce please,” Kyle answered as I started to cut into my Cornish pasty.The waitress toddled off for a few moments before returning with a handful of sauce sachets.“Enjoy,” she said.Kyle and I smirked at one another as she walked away.“Think she could give me any more sauce?” He laughed.I nodded in acknowledgement as we both started digging into our food. The pastry was soft and delicate, the beef was cooked to perfection and the onions and potatoes were just sublime. It was a.