She started to cry again. He let her cry for a few minutes and then spoke to her again: ‘Have you made any decisions about what you’re going to do...’ he asked. Her crying slowed down then and she said: ‘Yes, I’m going away. Just to get away somewhere, where it’s new and different, somewhere to think for just a bit.’ ‘Sounds like a good plan, sweet puss,’ he said. Then he pressed her, knowing full well that if there were any plans and they weren’t completely thought out, they might turn out to. The clouds blanketed the light and visibility was dropping to the point where the familiar peaks, hills and features of the bare landscape were merging into an umbra of uncertain dimensions.Brian had stood only ten minutes but already it was almost too dark to see more than a hundred yards. He decided to seek out a dell; a shallow depression sheltered from the wind and pitch his tent. As he walked, stumbling over clumps of heather and splashing through brown seepings and mud, he felt the first. Also the growing lump in his pants was something she could not help from noticing. "I see. Now, wiggle the mouse on Mike's computer for me." The girl looked up at him and then began to panic as the picture of her bare titties was displayed on the screen, and if she could turn another shade of red . . . she would have. "Now I have already disciplined Mike over this, but he claims he did not take the picture but it was sent to him . . . correct?" She nodded her head wondering whether Mike's dad. “Awwh” I said to myself. So I hurriedly put on a bath robe, and went to answer the door. It was the delivery guy, he laughed and I followed. “Sorry, I forgot my clip board.” He said. I looked around and saw it by the door, he must have left it when he filled out his card to leave the neighbours. I bent down to retrieve it, and as I turn around my robe untied its self. “Oops, sorry.” I quickly embarrassingly said, while he stared at my reveled woman hood. “It’s no drama, anytime, you have a nice.