" Doesn't matter," Belinda waved me off. "It's the virgin-factor. They only get better with experience, not age." You understand that I'm not sending ...im off to Belinda's better-boffer boot-camp, don't you?" I said, only half joking."I'm taking this seriously," she said. She sounded a little hurt that I wasn't. "I've been working on a set of instructions – kind of a recipe – for girls to use on their first time." She paused, waiting for that bit to sink in. "I want you to try it."It felt a bit. Let bygones be bygones and get to know him again."Standing he pulled a revolver from under his coat. Not a snub nosed revolver but one with a 4" barrel and something bulbous on the end of it. Stepping to the door he turned the knob, set his shoulder against it and shoved it fully open. About half way he met some resistance but only momentarily as he stepped through the door and then to the left.A large man was standing there watching what was going on in the room. He was so caught up in the. "Right, you'll do. Come on."She followed him down a side road then along the street to the main shopping centre. They stepped out into a large wide precinct with shops either side. There were people everywhere hurrying about their business, children running, mothers with pushchairs loaded with shopping, couples wandering arm in arm; a whole cross section of a normal busy British city.Aesia stopped dead and gasped. "I have never seen anything like this before!"Tristan smiled. "OK, this way." He. "She walked in wearing a robe. She walked to him, wrapped her arms around him and pressed her head to his shoulder. "What you do for me. I hope I never have to know what its like to not have you around." You don't have to worry about that. Did the bath help?"She nodded, "It was just what I needed. Just like you. Dinner looks marvelous." Yes, and I've cleaned up most of the dishes. So after dinner you have to go straight to bed. Promise?" he ordered her."Yes sir! Thank you so much."She devoured.