The tunnel was an experience and I found that I was a bit claustrophobic; something that I had never suspected before but I was reasonably certain it ...as the case because I was determined to take the ferry on the way back and avoid it at all costs.The drive down to Paris was absolutely lovely.The flowers were in full bloom and the butterflies were fluttering up a storm of yellow and black and lot of other colors too numerous to mention.I stopped in a petrol station more to use the ladies and. It was only when she was a few stops from her own that what could be considered any form of guilt entered her mind. If she really thought about it though she would have realized that it wasn’t guilt but fear, the fear of being found out.Originally Katie had played with the idea of having her mother keep Jack in the dark for the entire six months of weekends they had gotten him to agree to. Then on Sunday Donna had told her daughter that she didn’t want to sneak around and hold on to this secret. We were overly mindful to conceal our relationship from her mother, she would not have been best pleased to be confronted with such news. Her younger brother was the only person to discover our confidential liaisons but he was sworn to secrecy.Karen had now completed her exams at school, she confidently awaited her results and eagerly anticipated beginning her first day at university and moving out of her Mother's house. Although she no longer attended school, she continued to wear her school. I was on my own, in my 50s, divorced and mainly hetro but enjoyed a passing gay experience with “Jon” from a now closed down massage parlor in Manchester UK (told that story a few months ago). So went to Thailand - thank god for Viagra – to fuck a few hookers, get drunk and have a nice break. The bars at Chewang Beach were crowded and “factory like” , full of tit and sweat and I didn't like them. The girls were “well worn” and “routine” if you get my meaning – “me make you fucky fucky long.