I may pay them a visit. Is there a local newspaper?”“Yes, the Coombe Ottery Advertiser. It’s published once a week on Fridays.”“Do you still...have a copy of last week’s?”“There’s a shelf of newspapers over there. If there’s any left, that’s where they’ll be.”I followed the woman’s finger to the newspaper section and bought the last copy. Inside the front cover it gave the name and address of the publishers. They too were in Tauncester.Tauncester was the largest nearby town and it didn’t take me. The idea of the Gropebox is of course that the person inside had no idea usually who is doing what on the outside and the people on the outside usually don't know who is on the inside (although that is Not always the case).Hence, the Mystery adds a considerable amount to the Sexperience etc.However, the only real down side is that if the person inside the Gropebox is Strictly Hetero like myself, you just have to make sure that you have someone on the outside that is Governing &\or Controlling. . I could sense it was nearly time to go home. We got a taxi to her house first as I thought the taxi would then take me back to mine. She then asked if I'd like to see her apartment... but I said... "no! I had an early start...". She looked disappointed, but said that that was fine and that she would see me later in the week.... Until this day, I still don't know why I said "no!" But It did seem to work in my favour...!A week or so later Carol asked me help her with some marketing campaigns. I laid my head back on the headrest and closed my eyes, exhausted down to my toenails. I wanted nothing more than to just crawl between the cool sheets of my own comfy bed.As tired as I was, and as drugged as I was, it was still surprisingly difficult to fall asleep. Part of the problem was that I kept on replaying the scene in the parking lot over and over, like a video loop in my head, seeing again and again Jilly's open hand whizzing toward me, making contact with my ear; feeling the creak.