They were only a two hour flight away but compared to living in the same street as him, it felt like another continent. James was now 18 but you would...’t have guessed it when you looked at him. He was 5ft 9’ and rather thin. He had quite a feminine physique which he hated. His best friend, Jack, however was a different story. He was 6ft 3 and built, many days spent at the gym and buffed up into a hunk of a guy. Yet despite these differences, they were best friends and spent almost every waking. She picked up a black silk blindfold. “Do you trust me, traveller?”. He didn’t. He shouldn’t. This was crazy. This was the part where she stabbed him and stole his wallet, or where his friends ran out of the forest screaming and howling at the prank they had played. But instead of running, a sense of wellbeing and excitement filled him. “Yes” he said “I do”.Kate tied the blindfold round his head, and ran her hands down his shoulders. The moonlight was gone for him now, and he focussed on what. Wait. Work! What time was it? Shaking my dick to clear the last drops, I rushed back to my room and snatched up my mobile from my computer desk. Four forty-five?! FUCK! I’d been asleep for nearly twenty-four hours!And worse: I only had fifteen minutes to get to work!Even worse: I’d missed the last bus going that way for at least another half hour.Worse still: Melinda - the bitch of a manager - was likely going to sack me for one more late appearance.Swearing under my breath, and muttering about. “I would have had a heat stroke out there,” she remarked. I did not say much but agreed with whatever she had to say.“I don’t know what went wrong with that stupid car,” she said, “I’ve been after my husband for months to either fix it or replace it.”“So why the hesitation?” I asked.“I dunno,” she replied, “He’s always got a reason, but honestly, I don’t think he cares about it or me.”Hummmmm. An open door.“How long have you two been married?” I asked.“Fucking too long,” she angrily shot back..