‘I am boyish’ he replied looking up into her eyes, ‘even babyish, if you will . . .’ A golden pink bathed Snama’s face. Neshe rolled half o...to his back. ‘Your scent and mine have mingled beautifully’ he said, nuzzling his cheek against her thigh, then parting both with his hands. Snama braced herself, but he suddenly uncoiled himself up into an upright sitting position, forcing her down on her back. ‘Let me look at you part your legs, part them Lattaan khole . . .’ Time seemed to have stood. The journey home appears to have been in silence since the following conversation was picked up by the recorder once they got home."I think you know why I did not visit you in prison, Douglas. The same reason that I divorced your father. What you were convicted of was disgusting and inexcusable. The only reason that I have brought you home today is that you are my son and I feel responsible for you. However I expect you to find yourself a job and somewhere to live within three weeks. Is that. It must have been half past nine when I started my walk and I noticed that all the children were no longer running around the camps. The night was warm and the air was filled with the fragrance of wood fires. As I walked along most of the people in the camps called out to me wishing me a good evening and I responded in kind. I passed camp after camp with each of the campers wishing me the best. The peoples' friendliness was remarkable and my heart was filled with a sense of belonging the like. We ate drank wine and sort of did our usual flirting and she went up to change in the bathroom. I went to the bedroom, set the camera recording, took the container from inside my shirt and carefully opened the lid. The strangers sperm half filling the container was white/gray and looked as though it had just been freshly produced. I carefully opened the build and making sure not to spill, I poured the warm semen into the bulb and sealed it. I undressed and got into bed. The camera was between.