.. this..."I resigned and took the bag from his hands and opened it. There wasn'tmuch inside. Some feminine - er... masculine - products, it seemed. T...opencils, a pack of condoms, a small notebook in a pink cover. Twoaspirin packages, deodorant, nail polish, a nail clipper. Pink eyeliner,black mascara, a mirror encased in pink, my smartphone (still broken,now in pink), a reddish powder with glitter that would look good on mycheeks...I shuddered. There was a dark wallet. Dark, hah. Dark purple.. “No rush, all okay. Enjoy yourself. I’ll let you know where we end up.”I was trying to work out what was going on as I carried on reading the next message which was sent around an hour later.“We couldn’t find anywhere else so I’m having a quick coffee at Michael’s place. Let me know if you will be coming soon or you want me to get a taxi home.”There was a forty-minute gap to the next message.“I hope the lack of replies means you’re having a good time wink - or out of range?”Then a further. He did not hear from her for a week and he was terrified that he had blown it with his restraint. She had obviously not wanted him to stop but he had. He decided not to call her because he wanted her to make the decision to come to even when he was hesitant. If she did then she would forgive him if it happened again. It was especially trying for him as he was constantly assaulted with the memory of her smell, the feel on his lips upon hers, her fingertips on her skin. What haunted him above the. ’ ‘Okay, but you didn’t really answer my question. Do you know that you’re on private land?’ ‘Um, yes. I saw the sign when I climbed over the fence and walked down from the road. You can see my car parked way up there,’ she waved in the general direction of the road into my property where he could just see a white mid-sized car parked on the side of the road. ‘So, from that I’m to take it that you can read, right?’ She nodded. ‘And just what does the phrase ‘Private, No Trespassing’ mean to.