It was mostly bills, a couple of postcards, one was from Carol and Patti on holiday in France. I hoped that they'd had a better break than we'd had. A...ter a second cup of tea and some biscuits, I fired up my beautiful iMac and checked my e-mail. Lena busied herself with the unpacking and sorting out the washing; there were several pairs of knickers in need of a good wash. My inbox contained dozens of messages, with as usual, the now obligatory plethora of porn sites. After deleting most of. In this case attenuation would have made little difference since, in accordance with my express wishes, Mia had left open the reception door on her way in. This permitted the various sounds of the proceedings to be audible not only in the office, but throughout this Victorian Town house in the heart of Sydney. Had I had time to ponder my predicament, I might have wondered if my childhood days at a catholic school had left me with the fantasy in which I was currently engaged.. It was late and the guys had to work the next day, so they took me home. Before I got out, Ben said he needed money for the beer for tomorrow. They all chipped in. Again, I had nothing. The next night they picked me up again. This time we were headed for a party at the lake. This was one of my favorite things, hanging with all the college guys and feeling grown-up. We had a couple of hours to kill, so we drove around. This time after I got a few beers in, Josh moved over and sat close to. We had both finished school and were awaiting our A level results. She often tried to get me involved with her fantasy role play games. I’m glad I finally succumbed to her persistent badgering, although at the time I felt like a right dick. The day before, we drove to the Ashdown Forest, in her little pink campervan. We sat beneath a broad oak tree where she read me a tale about Robin Hood of Sherwood Forest. Of how Robin had freed Maid Marion from the clutches of the evil Sheriff’s men. And.