I'm going back to Arthur Wellesley and the Second Battle of Copenhagen." Yes, dear. Enjoy yourself."After dinner I phoned Perth, spoke to Mum and got ...he plans straight for the weekend. Dad's biggest concern seemed to be that Rachel and I dressed properly. Then I tried to pull my thoughts together where the Napoleonic wars in the Baltic were concerned. It all seemed so small. European distances were tiny. From Copenhagen to Madrid is half the distance of Sydney to Perth. In Stuart's first try. I noticed every time he got up to throw another log on the fire that he sat ever so closer each time. He kept asking if I was seeing anyone, which I replied no. After a small silence, Rod made his move; he put his hand on my thigh. I leaned back with a devilish grin, and he moved in for a kiss. I spread my legs as his hand ran up my thigh to my crotch. Rod massaged the outside of my tight pants as he kissed me. I directed his hand straight to my ass and put my hand down the front of his jeans.. She sat down again to pull the jeans the rest of the way. The cool air-conditioning reminded her she had no pants. She nervously crossed her magnificently tanned legs as she slowly folded her jeans. She bent over to rearrange her boots beside her chair. She nervously placed her jeans across the top of the boots, knowing that the long men's dress shirt was next.The already unbuttoned shirt fluttered open once it did not have the jeans to hold it together. Jenny nervously clutched the sides of. Yes, she thought, I will wait for the two of them to break up. I don't need to end anything prematurely, if it's meant to be, it will happen on it's own. She shoved the disquieting thought of making it happen no matter what to the back of her mind and closed her eyes, trying to catch some rest.By two o'clock the group was at the takeout point. A large van from the rental place came with a trailer for the canoes and brought them back to the rental station. The group of worn out teens piled into.