’A ripple of applause rang round the Widebotham village hall.The chairman, Mrs Elsie Rippendale, a relative newcomer to the village having lived the...e for a mere twenty years was still viewed with a degree of suspicion by some of the members. How had she, a Leeds woman, a newcomer to the Dales risen to assume the chairmanship? A relative stranger from the big city. The cheek of it.Mrs Rippendale continued:‘Now ladies, I come to the third item on our agenda: The Annual Calendar. As you will all. "Thank you and see you later," Jeri said.She followed the flashing compass indicator across the snow to thewaiting airplane. The plane had Cyrillic letters and below that Englishletters and numerals. A man wearing a heavy coat, great mittens, and athick leather hat with ear flaps greeted her using broken English. Hewas obviously still very cold."You are Jeri Knight?" the Russian asked."Yes," Jeri responded."Good. We go. Food get cold," the man said. He gestured for Jeri to goup the stairs.Jeri. ’ ‘Have you done anything else with a woman?’ ‘No.’ ‘Would you like to?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Do you think about that?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘And what do you do when you think about that?’ ‘I play with myself.’ Dylan took a second to rearrange himself, ‘Do you ever think about me when you play with yourself?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘And what do you think about doing to me?’ ‘Kissing you…’ ‘And…’ ‘Stroking you.’ ‘And…’ ‘Fucking you.’ The room seemed to be getting stifling for Dylan so he stood up again and went to the kitchen for a cool. Dragging his still numb right foot as he stepped, his foot touched what he perceived as a wall and started to feel along it blindly with his hands for a door knob or latch of some kind. In the shadows he could see the outline of a large portrait higher up on the wall to his right.He could barely make it out in the darkness.The figure wore a red riding jacket and white pants which ran down shapely legs until they disappeared into a pair of knee high black leather equestrian style boots. His eyes.