Although it was only about 200 yards long and about 100 yards wide, it was a favorite for local fishermen.At the far end of this smaller lake there is...a large rock cliff that overhangs the water and a well hidden path leads to the top. On top, it is smooth and level and makes a wonderful place to have a picnic and due to its width the trees line is held back so it makes a great place to sun bath.We tied the canoe at the foot of the path and I carried everthing to the top of the rock and Katie. . hopefully."How do you want to do this?" I asked not sure if Vincent wanted to chat over a coffee first and see what developed and whether we both still wanted to go through with this."I'm ready if you are," he replied"OK...shall we go to the bedroom then?" I asked"Yes sounds good to me," he answeredSo I lead Vincent to my bedroom, struggling to walk in my high heels caused us both to laugh, which seemed to relax the situation for me as I was experiencing a combination of nervousness and. I felt it heat my extremities and curl my toes. Slowly, you lowered me to the ground. I could feel my body rubbing against yours. It was clear that you were glad to see me. Your erection throbbed rhythmically against my belly. Pulling away ever so slightly, you held my face in your hands and looked into my eyes. Again, you kissed me with so much passion, yet so gently. Again, I felt the chemical charge of your passionate kiss. My body reacted involuntarily to your touch. My nipples stiffened. ’ His apartment? How did we get here? I wondered. ‘What time is it?’ I’m not sure why I asked that question because the answer didn’t matter somehow. I guess it seemed the thing to say when someone wakes you up. ‘It’s after four on Saturday.’ Saturday. What does that mean? I was supposed to be somewhere on Saturday. ‘You’ve been sleeping for almost 24 hours.’ Did I miss something? Why is that important? I couldn’t figure it out. ‘Why am I here?’ I whispered, truly confused. Sasha’s face.