"Although I would enjoy some sweet kisses from you before we start."I kissed her deeply and passionately, silently thanking my good fortune in having ...er choose me to sample her many charms. I tried to take stock of the many sensations I was experiencing -- her pointed nipples against my chest, the silky softness in the hollow of her throat, the sweetness of her breath, but overpowering all else was the motion of her hips as she deftly moved so that I was drawn ever deeper into the recesses of. He’s making noises.”“He’s alive then. Have you called an ambulance – told them what you saw?”“Yes, they’re coming.”“Is he conscious?”“I don’t think so.”“Talk to him, stroke his cheek. Does he react?”There was a short pause.“He’s sort of straining, mumbling, he’s staring but I don’t think he can see anything.”“What does his face look like?”“Sort of lop-sided.”“It sounds like a stroke. Just be with him, talk to him, soothe him. You did the right thing; there’s nothing else you can do. He needs to. Everyone was content to sip a glass of wine and watch the river traffic, at least after Ted had set a pan of curry to simmer on the stove.That evening, they sat in the cockpit and ate curry and Basmati rice, with mango chutney and pita bread. Cherry offered to wash up afterwards, but Linnet just laughed. "It's your holiday; you've got better things to do," (Cherry blushed) "and you'll have plenty of opportunity to wash up over the next few weeks."Actually, Cherry and her father sat holding. So she has always an eye on the good-looking tourist that appear from time to time. And even when her game of seducement isn't always working out, in her erotic fantasies she never looses a good hanky-panky. Here is her favourite one: I'm just hanging in the half-empty hotel bar, I'm sipping my last beer as this handsome young tourist suddenly comes in. He spots me instantly and offers me a drink. I'm very grateful and offer, to play a game of pool with him. I'm very good at pool, and I like to.