This was the fucking worst! She’d never known that walking could be so fucking tiring. And the country was so fucking horrible. No wonder she’d ne...er gone for walks in the country back home. What she wouldn’t have given to be back in her bed at the hotel just lying on the bed. She’d just lie there, soaking up her exhaustion. The shade of the tree offered none of the luxury they’d got so used to recently. The bare earth offered none of the bouncy softness of their mattresses, and there was. I hand it to him. “I need you to be confident, controlling Jake.” I whisper, my pleading eyes looking directly into his tired blue ones. I hand him the belt, and he breaks our eye contact to glance down at it. I untie the sash on my robe and let it fall to the floor, leaving me standing naked in front of him. He stares at my naked body, letting his eyes roam over my breasts, my narrow hips, and the freshly shaved space between my thighs. The moment stretches and I wonder if he will refuse. I. ” she laughed. It had taken a while, but the angular, humourless woman had slowly come out of her thirty year (or more) hibernation; she smiled more, and she didn’t look like a badly dressed scarecrow anymore. It was all right to say that – she had said it first, when she saw a photograph of herself once. “Sundays were for ‘The Lord’. Apparently the Lord didn’t like people enjoying themselves, so Sundays were for church and reading ‘good books’ - the bible, obviously; Fox’s Book of Martyrs, not. ’ I chuckled in my mock manly voice. ‘Yea what about Kim, she seemed kinda upset with you yesterday.’ ‘No problem, she was afraid I wasn’t going to spend any time with her anymore, with the new room and all.’ ‘Ahh! That makes sense now. She’s a big brother’s girl’ ‘Yep, through and through!’ we both laughed. ‘Josh! Hey how’s it going?’ Carrie popped up, behind her brother. Smiling, ‘Hi Carrie! Going wonderfully! Did you sleep well?’ she suddenly started to get red in the cheeks. ‘Yea, very.