So coming back to the sex story. I got a message from her.She: What dates are you in London?Me: I am reaching tomorrow and there for three days.She: I...am also reaching dam day after but for a day. On a backpack tour with my friends. (She was currently working in a big MNC and was posted in Paris.)I couldn’t believe my luck and asked her if she would like to meet. To which she agreed. It had been over a year since I last spoke to her. I thought of testing the water, whether she is up for any. T wobbled and I felt that now-familiar nausea. The Prof was working like a one-armed paperhanger as he dashed from one side of the control console to the other. I sat back and watched him - from a different armchair. There was a strange moment when the T.I.T seemed to bounce suddenly and then everything returned to normal. The Prof stared angrily at a blank VDU and then smashed his palm down hard on the top of it. Some fuzzy writing emerged, flickered briefly, blazed brightly for a nanosecond. It was Steve's turn for the beer run and he banged through the screen door. Again her hand snapped to her side."Want me to take it for awhile?" he said cheerily."No!" I said almost too quickly. '... It's too hot in the sun right now anyway. Better put on some lotion, honey." I'll bring some out." Sarah said. And she got up. I felt desolated for a moment then came to my senses.I watched the little jiggle of her breasts as she rubbed oil onto Steve and then Jeff and then fended off their offers. Abigail looked every bit as helpless as she was, but she had courage, and Tom knew she was meant for some fate other than satisfying the loins of sailors or the bellies of sharks. ‘I got a better idea,’ he announced. ‘Follow me.’ Thomas walked to the far end of the hold. ‘You hide in here while I get a few things ready.’ ‘What?’ queried Abigail. ‘Get in the barrel,’ Tom ordered gruffly. ‘Oh,’ Abigail muttered. She hastily jumped inside the huge wooden cask. Her nose wrinkled as she discovered.