‘Spying?’ he said coolly and lying back down again, ‘Spying? I hardly call it spying, you wander through the wonders of the Welsh woodland naked...and I’m accused of spying? Not fair Miss…’ he paused. ‘What? You want to know my name now?’ ‘Didn’t think it would hurt,’ he said, and put his grass stalk back in his mouth again. ‘Might I ask your name?’ ‘Mike,’ he said with a smile in a very clear and cultured voice, ‘Mike Clarke. I’d offer you my hand but… well…’ ‘Maggie,’ I said, then coming to. I wasn't really paying attention and he surprised the hell out of me. I yanked my hand away from him."I'm sorry, Senorita. I wasn't trying to frighten you."That voice. So deep and smooth and foreign. For some reason, I wanted to hear him say "Corinthian Leather." I took a closer look at him. His skin was dark, more like a good tan than black. A couple of shades darker than mine got in the summer."Excuse me, Rudolfo, but where are you from?" I was born in Murcia." Is that in Mexico?" No,. I went along with it for her sake; andwhile I'll admit it was fun, in a playfully erotic way, it wasn't anydifferent for me that any of the other kinky things we had experiencedtogether. Anything that I did with Margret was enjoyable.However, Margret was more excited over my cross dressing than anythingelse we had done, and she was in heaven for that entire weekend. Notonly did I have the best (and the most) sex of my life that weekend, butduring what little time we weren't in bed, Margret was. "Faith Bennett, " Arie repeated."I know," I said, "I didn't believe it either." Look, here comes Gavin," said Brandon, pointing—and, indeed, Gavin Strickland was detaching himself from the crowd around Faith and Derek. Brandon waved, and he came to join us. His new girlfriend, Erica Taylor, also wandered over from where she'd been loitering near Stetsen. "Hey guys. What's up?" Is that really Faith Bennett in there," Arie asked immediately.Gavin put on the aspect of a news reporter. "Well, Arie,.