She had prepared a picnic hamper and after lunch they had gone walking. It had been like he had never left. Conversations they had started and been un...ble to finish had been finally finished. Brad had been her unofficial sex instructor, her confidante, although their conversations had been strictly private. The camp counselors would never have allowed a non Christian to become intimate with a Christian, let alone discuss matters such as sexual positions and other bedroom secrets. But Brad had. I also helped her remove her jeans involuntarily. She didn’t mind but the problem started when she suggested me also to do the same.Me- no, it’s okay. I’m fine in my clothes.Shuba- don’t be shy. See I removed my clothes in front of you. You are sweating a lot. Take off your clothes.Me- that’ll be a problem for you also. So let’s leave it.Shuba- why?Me- I feel embarrassed because I have a boner.Shuba- *smiles* that’s okay. I don’t mind. Come on.After she forced me so much I had to agree. I. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. It is just girlfriends enjoying anight out together."I decided the best thing, when she was in this sort of mood, was to playalong, so I scanned the winebar, looking at the men to see if there wasany that I could at least say, if I was that way inclined, were fairlyattractive.I struggled to come up with any, until my eye caught a man arriving withhis wife and two young teenaged children. He looked to be mid-40s, tall,about 6'4", a full head of hair, well built. The idea of me being a stripper!But the reality all set in this morning with the sun streaming into the windows and sitting here with my cup of coffee.You may wonder a little about me, wonder why I would take off with these two shady characters and leave my old life behind. Well, the answer is much too complicated to give a simple reason. I had been very lonely for a long time. I was trapped in a loveless marriage for years. To a man who could not show me any physical emotion. Sure, he showered.