?I did NOT tell you to sit down.? Many times in life I have had need for quickreactions; a slip on a wet floor, the swing of a baseball bat, and the d...dgeof a punch. My reactions did not fail me on this moment as I immediately sprungback onto my feet. I felt the awful shame that I had done something incorrectin Her presence. She made herself comfortable in her seat. ?Sit.? She saidin a quiet off hand manner. I sat down quickly. She sat looking at me, studyingme. I sat very patiently. Elation. I sat down and took the paper from my breast pocket and unfolded it, and read the first one aloud.“Where do you live?” “I travel a lot during the summer and then sporadically the rest of the year, but Piper and I have a home in Highland Falls, New York. It’s small but sits high, right over the Hudson River. It’s easy access to a New York and there’s also a big airport nearby in Newburgh.”I paused and she looked to me to read the next question.“No,” I said, “Now you. I basically asked you the. I pulled my shorts down and mycock swung freely between my legs. My shorts were now at my knees and Icould feel a soft warm night breeze on my balls. I stepped slightlyforward and my shorts felt away to the ground. I bent over, my assholetouching a branch from a tree. I moved from side to side as the leavesand branches rubbed my asshole. I retrieved my shorts and walked fartherin on the path. I came to the edge of a small river/pond and decided tohide my clothing. I stepped out of my flip flops. She was already flagging and it was still less than a day since the first tentative signs of change had been heralded by instant messages, bulletin boards and word-of-mouth.It had been a huge effort to protest for so long, despite the generally mild spring sunshine and the cushioning mass of thousands upon thousands of fellow protestors. It was Trafalgar Square that had been London's main focus for protest. Over the last few weeks it had more or less become Iris' home. It wasn't that she had.