You blush slightly, and smile wider when I tell you how good you look. I take your hand, leading you down the stairs and out to the car, soaking up th... unaccustomed heat from the sun. A luxurious warmth on the skin. Bliss. We drive, south along the coast and then cutting inland to a patch of woodland, where I pull in to the side of the road. I open up the boot and take out a wicker picnic basket and a tartan blanket, and head into the woodland, holding my hand out for you to take. We walk. “Yes, why? Do you like the idea of guys having a good hard wank while they think about doing stuff to you?” I asked. “Maybe” she replied. “Is that yes or no?” I pressed her. “Yes!” she exclaimed “Of course I think that’s horny!” “Would you like to watch them wank off because of you?” I asked. “God yess! But its not as though it would ever happen” “I know there are two guys downstairs who would do it for you” I said “No way” she replied. “Ok, back in a sec” I said withdrawing from her and. ' But she had gone rather white. The ball came to rest in a puddle. Miranda reached it first. She raised herstick high. THACCKKKK! The ball went speeding off again. 'Phew!' said one girl, a friend of Rowan's, who had come to stand with them.'I've got to say it, Rowan. If Miranda was going to give me theyou-know-what tomorrow, with my knickers down, I don't think I'd come and watchher play hockey. I'd be crying in the toilets.' 'That's what I wanted to do,' said Rowan. 'But Jennifer wouldn't. "I was happy," you say. You feel awave of panic. "I had fun for the first time in years." You feeltears streaming down your face. "It was the best day of my life," yousay, and sob."Then it wasn't your fault," John says. "Happy moments are never ruinedby tragedy."You hug him tightly."I love you," you say."I love you too," he replies.And in that moment, you realise that John is about to leave."I have to go," he says.You take a deep breath, and nod. "I know." I don't think we'll ever meet.