Mum had sliced the pork pie into eight pieces, giving each of them, and eight cold chipolata sausages, a generous coating of Colman's English Mustard,...and she passed around the Tupperware container as we sat in the car park at the fairly-newly opened M5 motorway services at Michaelwood in Gloucestershire. We'd all gone in for a pee and to wash our hands; the place was bedlam, and we were very glad that Mum had bothered to pack a picnic lunch; the queue outside the 'restaurant' was not moving. 'Christ what's wrong with me' I almost said aloud. Then I remembered the brunette, the little man she ate alive.'Christ what's happening here' I had walked almost down to the jetty. The beach beyond the huge black rocks was crowded with people. Beach umbrellas dotted the white sand, windbreakers, k**s flying kites, music & laughter.I leaned against the huge black boulder, my feet sinking into the sand in the tiny waves as I tried to figure out what I should do...what could I do?I looked up. ...so you can grind into it.... releasing this build up of wild sexual energy.......instead you feel a soft pair of warm lips brush your swollen nipple.....struggling to stop yourslf from grabbing the smooth female body moving next to you....focusing the energy is giving you the feeling that your body is filled with molten lava....with just a thin outer crust stopping you from exploding........her lips suck your hard nipple into her mouth the hard edges of her teeth meeting the sensitive. But one thing's for sure. If she's going down to see him, I'm going too.A STUDY IN BLACK & SCARLETInk Inc is a surprise. It's the studio where Jonathan works; between Regent's Park and Camden Town. I'd expected a sort of shop, I suppose, maybe under a railway arch somewhere, pictures in the window of bare backs with blue red and black designs across them but this is as different from my expectations as it could possibly be.I'm ready to tell Jenny that this isn't a good idea; that I'm not.