Mom was still talking, but I had given up on answering, as the blood was rushing in my ears, and my throat had gone very dry. As she talked, moms hand...was absently stroking my thigh………. Timmy had gone very quiet, as I softly caressed his leg. I peered down out of the corner of my eye, and saw the very satisfying bulge underneath the towel. I kept stroking – more with my fingertips now – and every few strokes, my hand moved a little further up, until the back of my fingers just touched his. The last glance he saw of her was her rising from the bed, heedless of the cloth that dropped from her body as she curled up once more before the crackling fire. IV. The following morning, Hester woke from his soft slumber, stretched, yawned and had swung his legs out of the bed before he remembered anything of the last few days. When his memory returned to him, it did so with a sickening lurch of panic that rolled into a hard ball in his belly and remained there, quivering. He glanced around. I could tell she was a new girl, she was very shy… Hey Nikkie! This is Tyler, a very good friend of mine. She said with a smile, and winked at me, I smiled back. I slowly extended my hand toward this Nikkie. Hello Nikkie, Pleasure to meet you I said. With a smile. She shook my hand and looked straight at me. I could have dropped dead on the spot. She was even more beautiful up close. Better then any celebrity, better then anything and or anyone. She was now my world. My mission and I would. We exchanged three kisses, as is custom between friends here in Holland. And I explained her that in France you do only left-right ... Leaving out the detail that they are better flirts than those kissing Dutch. We started to chat in the bus. Continued in the plane. Silenced by the view over the Mediterranean and a large lake, while landing in sun-set. Another bus, and a long-time dear lady friend picked us up at Gare St Charles in old town. I´d no idea where we would sleep. She dropped up us.