”“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Charles sighed.“It’s what Dad would have done,” Andy reminded them.“It’s four hundred fucking miles what do w... do for the next hour and a half?” Camilla asked showing a flair for mathematics.Andy looked at Sarah, Sarah looked at Andy and they rushed hand in hand for the nearest bush surprising several doggers and an ITN News team.“Where’s my fags,” Camilla asked.“Suppose we’ll have to send the the fucking Corgis to Battersea Dogs home,” Charles said gloomily.“Mummy says. ...Then the Jerk, when dumped! Immense PAIN!!Now I'm nose to nose with my friend, we're both nailed, hand to hand. Trying to breathe heavily.Suddenly I feel hands playing with my feet? My feet/legs are splayed, my partner's sex against mine, I sense they are doing the same to him. Then they take our loose feet, position them for the nails, and mine atop his!I like the sensation but a nail is put sideways, upon his foot and is driven in!!!!!!!!! We BOTH scream!Can't I die?He screams as well, as. I could go weeks without seeing a soul, and that was how I liked it. I did let my guard down at one point. When I was in my early 20s and the internet was in its infancy I used to post on a couple of techie bulletin boards. One of the men who posted there began an email correspondence with me. It seemed ideal, faceless interaction, a dream come true. Eventually he wanted to meet. I considered it for a long time then agreed, laying my rules down: just sex, fully clothed, in my car, then we would. Her name was Heidimarie, and she hated to be called just Heidi or just Marie because she insisted that was not her name. She had been sort of a street person in the homeless category before being taken in by the convent for training as a food services nun. She had a friendly personality so could communicate with the lowest of the low and not feel in the least bit superior.She had also gone through a short spell after her eighteenth birthday with the use of drugs and booze before her calling to.