It was my mistress, "great!" I thought, "she must have something special planned". I could feel the cold straight away, so I knew we were outside, and...the cracking of twigs beneath my feet told me must be in the woods. I was dragged along for what felt like an eternity. I heard my mistress cry out, "I want that bitch worn out by the time we get there!". "where are we going mistress?" I cried, that as a big fucking mistake. "Did I say you could talk you insolent little slut?!", "No mistress,. ’Another small laugh. ‘You’re in hospital in Koh Samui, James. You’vebeen hurt but you will be OK. Your side might be sore but I’ll give yousomething for the pain if it gets too bad.’My mind finally began to clear and I managed to raise my head to lookaround. I saw the woman who had been speaking to me, dressed in a whitecoat with a stethoscope around her neck and in the background anotherwoman also dressed in white.‘I’m Doctor Wichasak, and this is Nurse Taksin,’ she smiled down at me.Both. When he said he was done I hoped up and sitting on his lap gave him a big hug saying we should do this every Saturday night from now on as our special time an no one will ever know. He looked relieved that I was so intent on keeping our special time together a secret. As the years and summers went by I went to visit Uncle Mike, but this summer when I turned 18 was the most special summer of all. My Birthday was on Saturday night a couple of weeks ago, Uncle took me out to a lovely Restaurant. There are waves of wool and whole fleeces at his feet that Emily grabs now by the armful and piles into a large container to be baled later. “I usually have a couple of shearers helping me but being Sunday the blokes are off,” says Jim. “Guess you might have to be my Jillaroo today.” “Here. I’ll teach you,” says Jim, letting a shorn sheep free and hauling another struggling one, heavy with wool. “Straddle your legs over this one. You need to wear work jeans really but never mind, the lanolin.