I got to the place where I can turn around and go home. And I started back home. 2 cars passed me. I just hope right now I don't hear the bus coming. ...his bus would be right next door because it's on my way. I look at the bus as it passes by and a boy and a girl are looking at me. I wanted to hide, I had a blockage, my heels were holding me back. Get home. 3 more cars passed. I was glad to be home. It took me 5 minutes to get my body to stop feeling the wind blowing next to me after being home.. It is now that the gangly beanpole introduces himself to me. ‘Robert of the parish of Oaklea in the west of this fair shire,’ he declares seriously, puffing out his chest with pride, ‘But everyone at home calls me Robin,’ he finishes his introduction with a disarmingly shy boyish grin. ‘Good afternoon to you, young Robin of Oaklea,’ I reply with an easy smile. I try not to betray my inner emotions as the name of his parish careens through my head like the flooding waters of a collapsing dam. . Kate, please sit back down. Ms Wentworth," hesaid to Taylor, "please sit there, and Mrs Wentworth," he said toStevie, "please sit there." Then to Gerry, he said, "And you, younglady... please... take my seat. You should not be standing in yourcondition." Oh, for God's sake, Ben," Kate shook her head in exasperation, "that'sGerry, my son. He is most assuredly NOT a lady and NOT in anycondition."Ben held the back of the chair and indicated that Gerry should sit."Kate," he spoke patiently, "Gerry. I told her how good you were and that your cock had a surprise. She is interested. What about you?’‘If she is okay, yes. I have mated you, now her. You know what you are doing, Alexa? Soon all the a****ls of the jungle will be mating outside their kind.’‘Don’t put that on me. I’m the victim of these matings, remember?’‘Well, to me it doesn’t seem the willing are the victims.’‘Very funny.’Landda said, “That took a lot of discussion. Doesn’t he want to mate me?”“I am sorry, Landda. That wasn’t it.