"So, with our daily routines written down, we could easily blend in ineach other?s lives. This was important because we agreed that we shouldnot distu...b the past too much. I would need to play her part in 1959,the closer I could. She could, of course, disturb the future withoutfear, but we agreed she should play my part in order not to raisesuspicion by other people about our activities.We finally decided it was time for the experiment. We did the nowfamiliar transfer and I found myself in her. I come across my next landmark, an incredibly large tree that separates into three large sections. There is a small pathway around the tree from where other visitors have mushed down the overgrowth to circle this tree and marvel at its girth and age. I, too, follow the circle path around this spectacular specimen. My fingers touch the bark, covered in so much moss that it feels like a mans hairy chest. I love the texture. As if to prove my love to the tree, my right-hand falls to the bottom of. By now her scent had saturated to room, 'Are you going to bed now', she asked me, her eyes firmly fixed on mine, 'I may', I replied, my voice thick like treacle, an ache in my stomach.An awkward silence descended between us, and when she asked me where I slept, I almost wet myself with anticipation.'Is it big enough for two', she asked me, 'It could be', I replied, 'Do you want to share with me', I challenged?Her smile gave her answer and my heart skipped with the thought of us wrapped around. “Why don’t you go and shower,” she said. “Then I think we should have a little talk.” * The shower felt glorious. I washed myself clean and felt warmth seep back into my aching muscles. I dried off, feeling refreshed but still rather angry, and walked naked across the hall to my room. I shut the door, closed the curtains, stripped and re-made the bed, then lay down on my back relishing the feeling of being free from my restraints. There was a knock at the door. “Are you decent?” came Sandra’s.