I hope I’ve painted a good picture for you. I laid out on a blanket on the beach and felt my entire body just relax, you know that feeling? The wea...her was perfect, it was so warm with a gentle breeze. I felt myself just let go immediately. Between the breeze and the sun, I felt so, so good. The suntan lotion shimmering on my skin, I could smell the coconut oil rising from my warm, smooth skin. It was so good to relax for once, ya know? Just letting go of all the worries and stress and leaving. That was it. A large mirror, and someone staring into it whose face was not his own. In the space of an hour Jethro had reached his solitary cottage, laid the strange woman tenderly on his own bed, lit a fire to brew tea. Soldier's tea, they had called it in the desert - it could bring a wounded man round and give him the fire to keep fighting. As he stirred, he felt old aches and pains reassert themselves. Twenty years, he thought, twenty years wedded to the sword for a king now dead, and all. . No," he replied, looking between Heather and Stacy. "I like being a boy." Wait a minute," Wendy interrupted. "I wanna trade too. Josh for Mattie." What? Why?" Josh looked up from her cock with an astonished look on his flushed face."Keep sucking," Wendy told him, pushing the boy's face back down on her dick."Yeah," Heather looked at Wendy unhappily. "Why?" Because I think it would be fun having a girl like Mattie for a boyfriend," the girl shrugged. "She's cute." Josh, huh?" Stacy smiled and. We had chosen our food from the menu, ordered at the bar then taken our drinks to a corner table away from the growing crowd of drinkers to carry on our chat.It was, I realised, the first normal conversation of more than two minutes I had had with anyone at all since Pete had walked out.The white wine was barely drinkable but my standards have never been too high and I persevered, asking plenty of questions to keep the chat going while we waited for our food to arrive. Darren was good company.