The German peeping tom was also enjoying the spectacle, he had dropped his trousers and was wanking himself off!! He couldn’t last any longer, he sh...t his load all over the summer room door.Hans returned to our meeting looking pretty flushed, I asked if he was okay, he replied he was fine…He then said something in German to his colleague “Schlampen saugen schwarze Hahn” or something and his friend made his apologies and quickly disappeared to the toilet.Back in the summer room Toby was getting. “Yes,” I answered, “in the dark.” “With a rubber?” “Yes, with a rubber, she insisted on it,” I said, recalling the discussion we had and me giving in and using one of the condoms Lydia had bought.” “Was it good? Was it a good fuck?” “Why the fuck do you want to know all the details, haven’t I told you enough?” I erupted. Seeing her taken back, I added, sarcastically, “yes, it was good.” “Then you went home? Is that what you said?” “God, can’t you give ita rest, I went home but not immediately.. It was simple enough to jump down - just as it would have been simple todrop on the other side of the barrier. What I'd forgotten was all thestones in my pockets: I came down like a meteor."Oh, sod it all," I moaned, having landed badly. I'd done some damage tomy ankles, for sure."Let's get you into the car," Callum said, and helped me as I limpedpainfully.It wasn't until we were underway that I realised I'd left my bike behind.A bike is a wonderful thing for a crazy person like me. Although. Where had we been? Walking the streets. Why? Release of tension. Who was with us? Nobody. What happened to the cat I'd brought in? We'd let him go. They'd vary the sequence, vary the wording, vary the intensity, but it all came down to just these things, and I gave the same answers every time. They threatened me with Guantanamo where they've stashed all the supposed terrorists, I amused myself by asking if it was a Caribbean resort. They said I'd spend the rest of my life in prison, I told them.