" I'm posting itseparately, with Jenny North's permission. There was no mention of thestory in any of the reviews of that Mixed Tape, and I'd like t... see whatpeople thought of it. I thank Jenny for the opportunity to be part of herMixed Tape and for her encouragement in letting me post it separately.* * * * *Jim Thompkins sighed, as he turned the key to his apartment. 'It would'vebeen great,' he thought, 'but hardly fair.' Then, as he came through thedoor, he saw Denise - Denise! - sitting. " I know. And I'm happy holding you but..." Oh, go on then."Richard prised himself away from her and collected a warm damp flannel from the bathroom. He rolled Deborah on her back, gently parted her legs and softly sponged her pussy. She moaned in pleasure. Richard, looking at her lying there as he cleaned her, thought it was more like a purr.He dropped the flannel at the side of the bed and, lying down beside her, took her in his arms again, gently stroking her back.Deborah pushed gently away. It doesn’t matter, they wouldn’t even know I was gone. ‘ ‘They don’t sound like very good friends.’ ‘They are my guests, very few of them are my friends. ‘ She said, and then sighed slowly. ‘That sounds very sad, Jesse. Does that not bother you? ‘ He asked softly. She was quiet for a long time and he was beginning to wonder if she would answer him. ‘I don’t think about it. ‘ She turned around to face him, now sitting Indian style between his legs. ‘ Now is what is more important. You really. The days were still warm, too, which would help.He knew that wood floated, so as soon as he got back over there, he could look for something to support the bundles and her; even if it took several goes. He told her what he intended to do, and that she should stay under cover for a while.When he got back onto the island he was glad that he could see better. It was a largish grassy area in the centre, and the grass was quite tall and there were wild flowers. Because the island was ringed with.