Besides, I was finally wearing her down and freeing her mind to explore the option of being with a Black man, as well, when in bed and having sex, I'd...tell her to think of one of them while I was doing something to her, and she'd begin to picture them, and say how nice it felt, and I'd ask her, "Would you let them do this to you?" and she'd whisper, "Yes..." But, we had to explore and push the bounders before we could even take the, "Interracial" step, you see, I had to ensure I could handle. From past experience I knew many campgrounds would lock the shower buildings after midnight. My watch showed the time to be just before 1:00 a.m. With a satisfied sigh and a feeling of relief I pushed open the heavy outside door.I was again filled with relief to find the shower facility both clean and empty. With only one shower on each side of the building, one for men and the other for women, I knew that at this late hour I would likely be able to enjoy a nice long, leisurely shower. Quickly. That's what counts.I propose a pause, as after great sex, I do like a good 'smelly' smoke, spiced by my favourite herb.I offer her some puffs as well, but she looks at her wrist watch and indicates it is time to go now.I do want more of her, so I insist in my proposition, my first words: "Same time here next week?"I happily hear her agreement and agree to her only two conditions: "No names, no questions!"I had great time with her for six or seven more weekly sexy silent sessions of beautiful. " "Golden Days"?" said Drew. "That's where my grandmother lives. She'sbeen there about a year now. She's very happy there, apparently. If yousee her, say I'm asking after her, will you? Her name's Celia."I groaned inwardly. This was all I needed. A work colleague with arelative at the same home as my dad. "Don't you visit her yourself,then?" I fished."Not anywhere nearly as much as I should, I suppose," Drew replied. "Lasttime I went was about three months ago. I should really go and see.