Your hands lovingly roam over my wet body as your lips move up to my ear. I feel you bite my ear gently, then move your tongue all around it. I look ...t my legs, covered in chill bumps, from the cooling water and from the sensations of what you are doing to me. I turn around to face you, and begin to kiss you, slowly and passionately. Our hands move over each others bodies, enjoying the love that we share. You stand me up as you stand up, and then reach for the towel. You tell me to step out,. When she had siphoned the last clear drop out of me, and swallowed it all, she looked up and said the first word she had spoken that evening;"Is Pat inside, Sam?" Christ, Molly! Is that all you're worried about? What the Hell have we done? If anyone had seen us, I'd be on my way to jail." Don't worry about that. I've passed the age of consent, and I've wanted to do that for a long time. I've seen you watching Daddy and me, through the fence, for a couple years now, and knowing you were there. We were also preparing for the two weeks on the road in January; on the day after Garry and Jenny’s wedding we were heading up the Pacific Highway to Coffs Harbour for a two night gig at the ‘Hoey Moey’; then back to Newcastle for three nights at the Worker’s Club, finishing that week at the Central Coast Leagues Club in Gosford ... The week after that we had three nights in Canberra, followed by two nights in Wollongong. We had most of the tracks for our next album worked out; we just needed. So I picked up sports again and my weight slowly dropped, little by little. He, him. It was “him” for me, from morning to evening. It was “him” for me during my nights and my frequent masturbations. We talked about politics, about culture, music, articles – and sex. My list of punishments was getting longer. And then, he said it. “Come to X, it’s time we met.” I booked a flight, I went there. Tense and nervous. I had received detailed instructions on how to prepare and ended up in the hotel.