If he had any suspicion of what Clive had been doing with Harriet, he never said. Perhaps he had been brought to realise that Harriet was ‘a woman f...ll growed’ as Dulcey says in Titus Gamble. She was old enough to make her own decisions; or perhaps he realised that she could do worse than explore her sexuality with Clive; or perhaps he thought Clive was gay, like half the campers had.Harriet and he had travelled back in the bus with the others; Mandy had managed to nab the seat beside him and,. There was one woman ... that really got my attention, though I'm not sure why. She was quite tall; maybe five foot nine or ten, with short, dark, curly hair. She was slim — being unkind, one could say, thin, and it was hard to say if she had any figure at all. Her face ... it's a bit difficult to describe without being grossly unfair, because her features fitted together quite well. Let's try; thin lips, thin nose, thin, oval ... no, too angular to be oval ... face; eyes, large and dark. Small,. ‘What if I got a little…tipsy, what would you do with me then?’ ‘What do u mean tipsy?’ ‘Not really drunk, but just maybe a little bit.’ ‘Off of two tooters? I would prolly laugh at you for a little while.’ Another smile came to his face that made me start giggling with him again. ‘Well, I mean like off of anything.’ ‘I would ask you if you was ok and if you wanted anything like soem spyder tequila or a blue motorcycle.’ ‘That’s all?’ ‘Or maybe a tequila sunrise.’ ‘Okies then.’ ‘What are u. Thats as far as we went that night. The next morning we got up, had breakfast and spike with his wife for a while. Everything was completely normal and fine but in the back of my head I knew that in a matter of hours we would be back to experiencing each other again. We set out on our adventure to find a place we could be together and not be seen by anyone. We found a place and laid down some plastic sheeting to keep us clean. Again I got quiet and shy even though I wanted this. We were talking.