’ However, when he saw her tear-streaked face, once again it softened his resolve. He began following the pendant. Back and forth. Left to right. Al...ays the same rate and in the same spot. As if sawing a hole through the air. Through his resolve. ‘Sit down?’ She straddled him sensuously and held her sweet-smelling neck to his face. Then she moved the pendant slowly in front of his face and began giving him instructions: ‘You are slipping into a trance. You will be aware of what is happening to. In the evening, we went back to the tent, made a fire and sat outside on the meadow, listening to the sounds of the night. Owls, crickets, the crackling fire, some dog barks.At about midnight we went into the tent. The fire had burned down and it was getting a little fresh from the wind. Inside the tent it was still warm, even hot. So we took of all our clothes except for the underwear. Nearly naked we sat in our sleeping rolls and began playing and old kids play: truth or dare! It was all. She lowers her head letting it rest on my chest and the aroma of jasmine fills my nostrils. I softly whisper into her ear as she closes her eyes, her head cuddled into my chest with the top of her head nestled under my chin. As the nightingale begins to sing to its lover in the dark of night, I softly whisper words of romance. I softly whisper words of caresses with a touch so gentle and soft as if I’m touching with soft feathers. I softly caress her fiery skin building up the hidden passions. I knew then, of course, that she wasn't just innocently singing and dancing at the village kara-oke, but probably getting fucked by some horny guy from the village. I imagined her being fucked in one of the simple nipa huts on a reed mat, or out in the coconut plantation - her body naked, all covered in sweat as they did it in the tropical heat. I was even more obsessed with her and her knickers now. I desperately wanted to find out about her sex life now that she wasn't doing it with me. I.