.. When you'd leave, I'd miss you so much."I took a deep breath and sighed, rubbing my hands on his chest."I swear, I never thought of you this way be...ore any of this happened," he said plaintively. "I swear to God, I didn't." Then he placed his hands on my shoulders, squeezing them gently. He looked down between us at my hands clinging to his chest. "It's like that door being opened," he whispered. "Just like you said. I already liked you a lot. But not like... you know, in a sexual way. But. There are no houses, no people, no buildings anywhere. I looked again, concentrating, thinking about the views I remember from standing on the Archway bridge and on Hampsted Heath a few months ago. Yeah, it sort of fits I guess. But why are there no signs of life. I'm guessing that this guy wants be to believe that he was some guy in a Middle Ages castle, but surely London existed then? We've done about it in History, haven't we?"Okay, so you want two questions. My first is what is the deal. I wanted to fuck her ass so bad I could taste it. I finally knocked. I heard her voice in the room… “Come in!” I opened the door. There were two other guys in the room. One was holding a huge light. The other was holding a camera. I couldn’t believe I had actually agreed to do this. She was in her panties and bra on the other end of the room smiling and putting makeup on. “Don’t be nervous. It’s cool. Take off your clothes so we can get started” she said . The other. I’ll pick that up on Friday, along with the extra glasses and things we’ll need. Have we got the final numbers yet?’ Apart from the obvious people and mutual friends, we had each invited a few people from where we worked and when we added-up the positive acceptances we had received it looked as though there’d be more than fifty people coming sometime during the evening. Later that night, as we were getting ready for bed Helen produced a couple of video tapes. ‘I found these when I was packing.