Mr. Croyden grabbed Jacob’s hand and shook it. ‘We’re happy to have you staying with us, son. And the same rules that applied here apply at our ...ome. If you decide to leave, just say goodbye. You are no prisoner, Jacob.’ ‘Thank you, Mr. and Mrs. Croyden, but do I really have to go?’ he asked his former captor. Lawrence hesitated and glanced at Millie. She looked sad, but had not shed a tear over the fact that the American was leaving their home. ‘Yes, you really have to go. You know that our. I toweled off and trod into the nearby lounge for a light lunch and a frozen strawberry daiquiri. That hit the spot, especially the drink. I had another. Pierre was late getting back. I returned to my room and took a nice refreshing shower before Pierre returned. I put on a pair of yellow shorts and a matching top. No bra; it was too hot by now. I strolled over to the lounge for another cool drink and waited on the outdoor patio. A few minutes later I saw Pierre pull in. He saw me also.He came. Then looking up at the man, she told him, "Well, just keep it, and use it for this coffee." Ma'am, he already paid for that too." Of course he did," she thought, as she turned away from the counter. "It's just like him to do something like that." The thought was immediately followed by, "Now how would you know if that was just like him or not! After all, you don't really know anything about him!"She was so absorbed with her thoughts of Greg that she even forgot to thank the man at the counter.. Suddenly my head bumps into the bed and i smile as i rise and put my hand into her blanket my hand moves up as i try to feel my way up to her panty my hand touches her warm thigh and i feel her move i freeze. She stops moving and i pull my hand out fron under the covers and put it on my chest i almost jump feeling its coldness so i put it back and make no move while i wate for my hand to warm up i start thinking of how it had all began. It was a typical South African winter night. My name is.