There was silence but excited anticipation; he’d already turned off the TV and continued, “I’ll sort out the music. The four of you can play pas... the parcel”. A unified cry of, “What the hell are you on about!”, followed by Steve asking, “Pass the parcel. Pass the parcel with what. We have nothing to open”. With a chuckle, Paul retorted, “Oh yes you do. What about Claire!” Claire was horrified, the door had been closed by Paul, there was no escape as he and Steve held her tight. The other three. This man… ohhhh, this man knew how to handle this girl.By now I had started letting out my moans, “Aaaahhh ssssshhh mmmm” and that seemed to drive him even wilder. Slowly both my nipples were getting handled by his fingers, slowly caressing, sometimes slightly pinching but never too much. He moved his tongue from between my bare chest and licked all the way down to my navel and soon his tongue was exploring my navel cavity. The rain outside was now getting heavier and my head was getting. ‘Something. Anything.’ ‘Something. Anything.’ ‘Not funny.’ His tone was dry and serious. Still, Meg said nothing. ‘You don’t have anything to say after what you said out on the street.’ ‘It’s because of what I blurted out that…’ Megan paused. She finally turned towards him. Dark rings of mascara were framing her brown eyes and had run slightly down her cherub cheeks. ‘Could I pause, rewind, and take it back?’ She half smiled and dropped her head back against the pillow. ‘It doesn’t work that. He knelt in front of his plate, grabbed a knife and fork and began to eat while Caroline poured out four cups of tea and passed them around. Of course the transistor radio was on and they had been listening to the BBC's ball-by-ball commentary of the closing stages of the third days play at Edgbaston of the England-West Indies test match. And after the comprehensive thrashing at Old Trafford and the excitement of the draw at Lords it looked like England had a chance to win one. Two late.