His route took him down Strathblane and through open country. By midafternoon he had crossed the Antonine wall - a left-over from Roman occupation of ...cotland - and was heading for the Clyde, creeping down through the Old Kilpatrick hills. He stopped for the night not far from the banks of the Clyde, opposite Rinn Friù (Modern day Renfrew) which Scott remembered in his own history was known as the cradle of the Royal Stewarts.He kept a close eye on the path that ran alongside the River Clyde. The Police are here!Oh my God! We all scurried to get dressed and get out of here! Johnny and I quickly ran down the stairs and the Police were at the front door. There had to be 200 people there, inside outside, the music blaring. I was sure we were going to jail with the beer and all. We went to the back door and walked outside -- no cops! We crossed the yard behind the house and into the back street. The snow was about a foot deep now and it was hard to walk. We looked behind and Tom and. ’” Her expression was doubtful, but she went along. “I like having you look at me.” “Good,” I replied. “Now let’s take it a little farther: ‘I’m not ashamed of my body.’” “I’m...not ashamed of my body. But Jonathan...” “Nope. Let’s keep going with what you just did: ‘I like pulling my pants down for you.” “Jonathan...!” “Say it.” She hesitated, looked down. “Nope. Keep looking at me...” She returned her gaze to mine. “I like...” Her gaze wavered, looked away, came back to mine. She blushed. But the truth remains..I am soo attracted to that young boy in Lly’s house…I want to touch him and fondle him through his panties…stop!!..put on some music or something….but the phone rang..I knew who was on the other end…a flash picture of Tommie’s cum flowing into her panties ran through my mind and I nervously picked up the phone…”Hello?” Silence at first, then..a soft “Hello” ……more silence, I had no idea what to say, then she says softly..”Are you ok?” “To try to explain last night isn’t.