During their casual conversation, Sara discovered her original suspicions weren't too far from the truth. Jenna and Rick were from Canada, and while ...ot newlyweds, they were on a delayed honeymoon of sorts, having not had a proper one when they were married two years ago. They were spending three days in London, and two more in Scotland before returning home. Sara could see they were enjoying themselves in London, but when they spoke of their upcoming visit to Scotland there was a magical. The advantage of the jump to Meadow was that I got to wear blue jeans and sweaters the entire time I was there. We didn't even dress up for Christmas dinner, which was surprising to me. I had thought that this dinner would be even bigger than the Thanksgiving one, but it turned out to be more of a family-only event than Thanksgiving was for them. Not that it was a small gathering. Cor's parents — and imagine how much trouble I had calling the Wind of Arbor by her familiar name! - came for the. We would bed down in the bar later at nite and be their defacto security for them. We were all armed with M16's and pistols with some having M79 grenade launchers or M60's demounted from the jeeps they were driving. Our beds were 4 bar couches pushed together with a mosquito net drapped over it. After being in the bar overnite 3 times or so I was accpeted as part of the gang and had something to snuggle with at nite. One of H's girls, C crawled in with me wearing nothing but a T shirt and told. "What if I did?" ----- After a few sniggering instructions to his mates, Warren brought me to the men's bathroom. He lifted me up on the counter and settled himself between my legs, causing my blue dress to bunch up around the top of my knees. "All we have to do is to wait for Jus. Greg's fetching her, if she hasn't been already dragged somewhere by her blonde friend." We waited. And waited. No one came. Not even to pee. Our position wasn't entirely comfortable. And did I say his smell was.