We went up to the receptionist table, and got our room keys. Me and Ricky ran up to our room. It was beautiful! But we couldnt wait to get down to the...water part. So we said bye to our parents and went off to the water. Once we arrived, we both jumped into the swimming pool. I got my long dark hair all over my face. Ricky looked so hot when he was wet. I had to have him. I wanted him in me so bad. I had to find a plan to make him want me too. Hey Ricky, you wanna go on the water slides. But then, after a moment or so, he said: "Yeah, well---I 'aint no faggot. I'm Catholic," he added, as if that meant anything particular. Which, to me, it didn't.Then, taking another chance at possibly scaring him off, I said: "I'd love to suck your cock, Solomon. May I?" Yeah?" He replied, still setting on the sofa and staring over at me."Yeah," I said. "I really would. Let me do that for you, okay? That doesn't make you a faggot if I do", I added."It don't?" No. It doesn't." Maraza would go. Willie gave me a reassuring little wave. Dee winked at me. "You're going to LOVE this," Brenda said softly. And they all turned and left the room. As soon as the door had closed behind them, the Prof lifted his hand from the box, holding a small gold pocket watch at the end of a strong but delicate gold chain."You're going to use that to hypnotize me," I said."Yes. It has an enormously profound effect on the other girls. That's why they couldn't stay." His voice was deep, strong and certain. I. I hadn’t seen either of them for over a year since the celebration of their civil ceremony in Canterbury and although I had to work right through until five on the Saturday, the three-hour drive down the M40 and M25 was a breeze. There was some minor congestion en route but at eight-fifteen I pulled into the delightful private grounds of Old Vicarage Court. Tricia and Ellen’s elegant home was in a converted eighteenth century vicarage and the extensive walled grounds had been tastefully.