"What, no foreplay?" She retorted, laughing girlishly at her own joke. When he didn't acknowledge that either, she looked at the door, clearly consi...ering leaving. "I'm not much for conversation, but that isn't why you came here, is it?" He offered just in time, causing her to hesitate. "No," She glanced him an arrogant smile. "It isn't."He didn't fail to notice her eye his crotch unconsciously as she unzipped one long white boot and eased her left leg out of it seductively. He. ' First she went to the wardrobe and took out a long, black silk nightdress which she put on – it covered her in a diaphanous, almost transparent film to the waist from where it fell in a very full skirt to the floor. Her nipples poked through the fabric and she rolled them between her fingers. She then sat on the edge of the bed and spread her legs, lifting the skirt of her nightdress and with a harsh yank on my hair pulled me to her, pushing my face into her crotch. Suddenly I was covered in. ‘No,’ I said, pointing my nose the other direction, planting all paws solidly, ‘Not go Home, must find Sweetpee.’ ‘Stupid mutt!’ Leader muttered, which means he lets me decide. Leader is a good leader and only sometimes he does not understand. But we did not find Sweetpee, not that day. Next day there was fresh pee from her on the same lawn. That was a relief, she was not just passing through. I followed her lovely scent, it lead to a door just a short-run from Home. ‘Open door!’ I told Leader. “Mmm,” she replied. “That’s true. That’s very true,” she added, with a quick, distant smile.Cee arrived with the first of many gin and tonics and I basked in the sun wondering if there was something in the island’s drinking water: some natural additive that had a way of tossing inhibition aside, of turning fantasy into reality?We returned a few hours before midnight to the chalet from dinner. Both Cee and Shy had the giggles. They were tipsy, but not drunk; not as inebriated as usual and I.