Pattal was furiously jotting down the provided information. “Shall I include underclothes and socks Sahib?”Mr. Smithers seemed agitated, “Yes, o... course. Everything a gentleman of means requires for London society Mr. Pattal, if you please. He will also require a cabin trunk to put it all in.”“Would the Sahib like to have a suit and shirts for tomorrow morning?” Mr. Pattal inquired.“If that is possible, please,” David replied looking at his crumpled linen suit.Mr. Pattal beamed, “That is no. Dr Dodgson had shown her how to stroke what he explained to her was her clitoris, until sweet sensations filled her body, and took her to a wonderland of exquisite ecstasy. He had been experimenting with the new science of photography, and had taken particular delight in capturing her image on celluloid that afternoon, as she writhed naked on the grass in blissful rapture.Alice giggled again, as she realised that the man who looked just like a rabbit, must have been watching her as she played,. I was worried that I had scared him off. I worried all weekend and the Monday since it was a public holiday.He didn’t come out to the farm. He sent me a text saying he had to go home. I didn’t see him for three whole days, and it was as if part of me was missing. With my track record with men, I was still wondering why I had picked this bloke up and if I’d fucked up again.Did I see something in him that wasn’t there? I was a mess from the crying and worrying. Even Bobby told me I had it bad.Ron. Even Jeremy looked at me as if I should be more concerned about what happened. "What? He was going to kill me for screwing his wife," I replied to his silent question."Well I guess that is true, still he is dead," Alice said."Better him than Rose," Jeremy said and held the plywood paneled door open for me."I got breakfast," I said to them. "But that is all the thanks you get. I will not suck your cock in front of the staff here."Just then I saw Joan ask for my order. Just for a millisecond it.