"Would you like a little cream", he asked. (come home with me and I'll give you all the cream you can handle.) "Oh yes, please", I replied, accid...ntally on purpose, brushing my hand across his crotch. He leaned over and poured the caramel colored liquid into my coffee cup as I glanced at the thick dark patch of chest hair peeping from the top of his purple and white tee. (Mmm, how I love a nice hairy chest!) "You look like one of the ladies that visit my mom on the weekends for a game. The way she kept staring at me, it seemed like she felt the same about me and I was going to get some sloppy drunk sexy time tonight. But once Breanna started flirting with me, all chances of me getting laid by my wife went out the window. Breanna was wearing a stretchy pink tank top that showed off her nice round tits and perky little nips. She was young and blonde with perfect pale skin—the kind of girl you couldn’t help but check out and wonder, does she shave her pussy? At first glance, I. I felt I should try and calm down a bit and get back into the London way of life. As I was thinking all this she came out with the most incredible line.‘I know!’‘Come again, I don’t understand.’‘You said that I intimidate you and I said I know that I intimidate you.’ She purred grinning at the same time.‘Euh, that was just a line.’‘Not really, you meant it but it doesn’t matter, the night’s young and before it’s over, you’ll have changed completely.’ I was stumped. I wasn’t sure what she was. Rich yellow heated to a dusted tawny colour. Tall stalks flaunted their swelling seed to the sun's power. Silence enveloped the land.Nothing moved.Except for Peter Grover, and he loved it all. Loved the heat, the scorching fecund fields, the dry aroma of sun-toasted corn, the quiet, the solitude. No people. Ideal for a solitary young man. An official track lay two fields to the south, on his left. That was the joy of this walk along the boundary of corn. It was his alone. No one ever came this.