Today wasgoing to be fun. Everything seemed so strange and exiting.Better to just relax and follow every word Susan said thought Nick." Just relax now...Nicky honey. Just follow me do as I sayand it'll all sort itself out now won't it" soothed Susan."mmmm yes sighed Nick" she was so right."Now then my pretty little honey lets get you up andready for the boys." suggested Susan."What do you mean pretty? Stop teasing me" giggled Nick as he got out ofbed and was guided by his beautifull mentor into. Then she burst into laughter. I was like, “What’s so funny?” “I wasn’t talking that kind of theater. I meant the adult kind of theater,” she said. “Ooohh!... Well that’s different, now isn’t it?” We spent a few minutes discussing if that was a safe thing to do with all the creeps in there until she stopped the conversation, saying, “Look, let's not spoil the fun and spontaneity by discussing the details and planning it out. Let's just go. How about Saturday?” I knew better than to argue with. Naturally I was afraid. That country didn't have a great humanitarian record, and there had been some reports of the use of torture by the police, even on innocent people they had chosen to detain.I was worrying and panicking, and I pleaded with her to let me stay, I would help protect her and liase with the Embassy there, the home government would surely intervene and see we were released."Mom, please don't trust these people!" I said. "Remember that progamme on TV. The documentary about. Pelle even brought their table to the creek and sanded it freshly while watching his kiln. Ingeburg washed and aired the bedding which had taken the brunt of their nightly activities. Then, while she was watching the kiln, Pelle applied a fresh coat of linseed oil to the wood framework of the cabin or renewed a few damaged shingles on the roof. They camped out at the kiln at night, and more than once they consummated their love under the starry sky.By Tuesday of the next week Pelle stoppered.