I didn’t want this moment to end in anger and disappointment, so I just sat and held her close until the storm inside of her seemed to calm, until s...e silently leaned away slightly and looked at me, her eyes scanning my face. ‘I didn’t mean to… I wasn’t going to…’ she whispered, her eyes begging me to believe her. I shook my head, and hugged her close again, letting my eyes and body tell her that she didn’t need to worry, that I believed her and, above all, that she was safe. Almost without. Should have been cannier.Should have realised the old slap and tickle mightn't work with you. It doeswith most girls.' 'Does it?' said Anna, interested despite herself. 'Who?' 'Never you mind — Let's just say that Cadet Camp gets interesting atnight.' 'Ah.' '... As you'll find out next summer.' Here Anna merely snorted. The absurd idea didn't even deserve words. 'Anyway. I don't know you very well, Anna Hargreaves. Not yet. Despite ourintimate little moment last night.' (Here Anna curled her. Soon after, we were all exhausted from this event, and we were cleaning up the mess that we made of this tree house. Both women were getting dressed again and I began to put on my clothes as well. Christine then turned to me and asked, “So John, who is it going to be? Me or Annie, make up your mind once and for all so we can all get on with our lives and forget about this event that happened here!” Without a hesitation I answered, “Of course it’s you Christine, it will forever be you, and a. But right now, she’s–STOP THAT, Wendy! (giggle)–she’s nibbling on my–ha, ha!–NIPPLE! And she’s getting it–hee-hee-hee, that–mmmm!–tickles–so BIG (giggle) and HARD–uhhh-huhhh! Ooooo! You really MUST stop it!’ ‘I don’t know, Jane, it sounds like FUN to me! Why on EARTH would you want her to STOP?’ ‘Well, I don’t REALLY want her to stop–mmmm! If you don’t stop that, Wendy, I swear I’m going to–um, anyway, it’s just that I—ooooo!–can’t concentrate on this– unnnggghhh!–phone conversation If she.