I accepted without hesitation, glad of any excuse to be close to her and a few minutes later I was sat on the edge of a bed watching her boil a kettle...on a rickety table in a corner. Leaving the kettle to its own devices Leona came and sat by me on the bed, she sighed and kicked off her shoes, wriggling her toes and stretching out her long, long legs."That damned kettle takes an age to boil," she commented, "you're not in a rush are you?" No rush," I grinned turning my head towards her, "no. And that's when I had the idea of putting something in his bag.The old man had a small satchel sitting next to him, with what I assumedto be a bible sticking out. The way he was sitting, it would be easy toslip something embarrassing in...maybe he'd find it right away, or maybeit would come tumbling out at an awful time - when he was with aparishioner, or even in a meeting with other priests.I knew how it felt.See, I knew exactly what I wanted to slip in his bag.Last birthday, my friend Alex. “I just wanted to check what food you like, often Friday is pasta night at our house, but there’s any number of places we can go to.”After a brief chat, we decided on Italian. I had a particular bar in mind for after so suggested how she should dress. This time I initiated the kiss and got a little hug in return. It was then I really noticed for the first time and it was probably the start of my obsession with her bum in jeans. I stood mesmerised as she walked back to her friends, feeling some. Where we were was a bit isolated and Greg being a townie wasn't carrying the right clothing to stay out in it for more than twenty minutes, I knew of a small barn on the fell not far from where we were and urged him to make a dash for it. The barn was mainly for sheep protection and held some hay I guessed it had been built a couple of hundred years earlier when the shepherds stayed with their flocks. Anyway we made it to shelter and I pulled out my pressure stove filled up my pan from the beck.