The Pictish site is remote and isolated, perfect for our ceremony. We had been walking for some time and I was starting to feel the effort oftraipsing...barefoot and restrained. The coarse springy heather was catchingat my ankles and the sharp tufts of tough grass were biting at my soles andheels. The landscape was heather as far as the eye could see, interspersedwith large boulders, like rocks arising from a sea. Trees lined the distanceon the right and ahead lay a steep hill, the top shrouded. I kissed the soft fine down on the back of her neck, I nuzzled her hair, and I could smell her shampoo. Her back glistened with a thin sheen of perspiration and I ran my fingertips down the curves of her spine, counting vertebra, all the way down to the small of her back, and into the waistband of her panties.I slipped both hands inside the back of her panties and stroked her firm cheeks which initiated a frantic scrabble between her hands and mine as we pushed her panties off her slim hips,. “All right,” Master Kiraly said. “You’ve won the lottery, a big payout. What’s the very first thing you do?”“Pay off student loans, reimburse Mom and Dad for school. But that’s only first because those are the only real financial debts I have. More importantly ... well, Carol’s turned us all into advocates for the homeless, and I’m thinking a big lotto payout would be just the thing to get the ball rolling on a full-service homeless facility in Waterloo. Medical care, mental health care, job. I almost blew it. She turned away and was about to get up in anger. But I put my arms around her to keep her on the couch. ‘Hey, I’m sorry Christine. I’m a stupid joker and couldn’t resist the remark. I apologize. Please forgive me – I want to make love to you and I’m sorry that I almost screwed up the evening for us. Let me make it up to you. I’ll play the scene tonight the way you want it to go. OK?’ She was still pissed but I held her and kissed her until she relaxed, finally saying, ‘You.