However, it was blanketed in thick fog. Being the adventurer that he was, he pressed on down the steep, rough track. Although he enjoyed rough driving... something didn't seem right with the road. It appeared to be a wagon track made in the eighteen-eighties. He brushed his concerns off and continued down.He reached the fog he saw earlier. The fog held another strange surprise. He was expecting fields, however, he was driving through a snow-covered wooded area. The track which he was following. TORPY, METROPOLITAN POLICE, TO MRANDREW GRIMES Trant Street Police Station LondonW8 21 April 1964"Dear Mr.Grimes"I write to you about your arrest at Buckles Hotel on 14 March."My officers were called to the hotel following reports of a disturbanceat ten o'clock in the evening. Buckles Hotel is a notorious haunt. ” I responded, “ I guess I could do that.” Emma handed me a drink and Parker walked me outside to the steam room. Emma stated, just gonna get undressed I’ll be right down. Parker started to take his shirt off and I did the same. He kicked his shoes off and pulled his pants down. That’s when I realized Parker was wearing a white speedo thong. Holy shit I thought to myself the outline of his semi hard cock is massive. That’s when I also realized my cock was still shoved in his speedo. So i thought i might try and get with him and to do this i had to pretend to be straight. The guys name was fred and he was about 6ft slim and ginger.we got to the camp and then everyone split up to do jobs such as tents and food me and fred got paired and we had to go wood collecting for the massive fire we were going to have that night. So i waited until we were quite a way from the rest of the group and we started talking you know random chit chat about are friends and stuff and then i said.