She had never heard him swear and had never seen him angry. It was a new side of him and it was good to see that there was passion inside that cool ex...erior. ‘Why are you so angry?’ she asked him. ‘I put us in danger, not just the boat, but us. I got careless and I broke a cardinal rule. A rule George put up at the top of the list of things that were critical to safety.’ He was almost yelling and it was clear that along with anger there had been fear. He was coming down from that elevated,. I decided to put all my fears back and accepted the invitation.His apartment was small but cozy, we sat on the living room. Their names were Tom and Simon. Simon sat next to me on the couch and Tom on a chair at the other side of the living room. As we were talking Simon put his hand on my legs, for first time in my life i was feeling a man's hand on me, i was nervous and didn't know what to do. He understood it and laughed, he told me to relax and everything was going to be all right. I could. It was pretty late when Adam finally said it was time for him to crash out. Ford agreed, and the two of them got up and made their way to their tent.“I think that's a good idea,” I said with a yawn.“Heading to your tent, then?” questioned Nick.“Yeah... I think so,” I responded after a short pause.It was obvious that he was wondering if I wanted to spend the night in his. I can't say I wasn't tempted, but—gay or straight—everybody knows that actually sleeping with someone and having sex with. Maybe their mums could learn a lesson here if they really wanted incorrigible young males; aged eighteen;thinking they were adult, yes they could vote; to toe the line. Erica was having no problem organising fifteen senior lads.Erica was the vermilion express…hot and sultry…a mobile roving red light district …a professional stripper would have been proud to borrow her moves…slinky…skanky and deliberately sensuously trashy.That Browning poem about rats tumbling out…passed through Erica’s mind as.