I quickly lost track of time and didn’t think of the birthday game a single time. At least not until my cousin and I returned to the beach and laid ...ut on the beach towels he had stashed nearby in anticipation of our arrival. I also spotted a picnic basket, which told me we would most likely be spending the entire day at the beach. But as fun as the first few hours had been, I couldn’t help fearing that would be the extent of our planned activities. Why bother keeping the birthday game shrouded. Indeed, over the next days, Richard found numerous excuses to visit the Wilkes’ house under one pretext or another, but always ending up sitting next to Ellen and holding her hands.Two weeks after the move into the City, a visitor was announced at the Carter’s house. A tall and gaunt man in his early forties, he introduced himself as Major John Meadows. Sir Anthony received him in private in his study. While tea was served, he studied the man. He must have been a good looking man once, but too. She washed the head carefully with her fingers, down under the ridge and along the pee dimple and then once more. She said, "Is that ok? Did I do it right?"He said, "Yes, I couldn't have done it better myself. Thank you. You did a great job." Good. You rinse everything off and if you want you can wash my front. I think I'd like that," she said.He rinsed and they swapped places.She said, "Uh, put your, uh, dick, uh, wherever it's comfortable, high or low. It'll be fine." Ok," he said, "I don't. Nathaniel promised to see her at the campfire after supper, bowing to her formally and weaving his way towards the command tent. He’d insisted she take the day off – and truthfully, someone else would have been assigned to ride her usual route already – so she had some time. She felt edgy, torn between wishing the evening would come sooner, and hoping it would never come. Her doubts had returned as soon as Nathaniel had disappeared from sight.Muttering to herself irritably, still feeling tired.