‘Who is going on the ground floor?’ he asked. ‘I will,’ she said, for no other reason than to test him, to see if he recognised her voice. He ...idn’t. It had been ten years. ‘Go through there, miss, and turn right. You’ll see the room at the end of the corridor – number seven.’ She looked at him, her body torn by confusion – did she want him to recognise her or not? Because blended in with the good memories, there was much pain. She had joined this troupe of wandering actors as a way to get away. We were both tired and decided to stay in, relax on the balcony, and enjoy some wine.By the time we opened the second bottle, we were relaxed, chatty and comfy in baggy t shirts and knickers, having showered earlier. Having spent the week together, we had plenty of time to see each other naked and were relaxed about it. Avril was small but with a full figure and nice hanging breasts with large nipples. Her blondish Bush was lightly trimmed.As usual the talk got round to sex, the current prowess. ”“I agree, James. I also have this incredible attraction towards her. Speaking of the devil, here she is.”“Shelagh, tell me how was the rest of your day?”“I slept most of the afternoon, ma’am, and after supper, Jonathan took me and gave me a grand tour of the school.”“He did? Just the school or the school and other attractions?”Shelagh turned bright crimson and lowered her eyes.“Come, Girl. We do not tolerate lying or dissimulation here. Out with it,” scolded Millie.“Ma’am, I hope we did not do. Right now though, he didn't seem angry lying there on top of the sheets, his broad, muscled back lightly covered in droplets of sweat induced by this god-awful heat. He didn't look cold at all. What she saw of him, made her body blossom with renewed heat. It wasn't a heat one felt because of the weather; rather something much stronger and deeper- a raging need within the core of her womanhood. “I think I might need a shower again,” she whispered quietly as she neared the bed toward the prone.