“A hole in the ground? and waste all the meat?” He questioned. “How barbaric.”“I believe I’ll pass on the meat entrée tonight,” I said.... troubled sleep ... sometime after two am I woke. Looking out the window ... there were two moons.Time to go.I sent my mind elsewhere.When I came back to me ... I was lying on a tanned animal skin robe looking up at a familiar night sky as the Milky Way spun slowly across the night. The weather had a soft feel to it. Dry and warm but with that hint of coming. She took the glass, gave a hearty “Cheers, Nigel,” and sipped her drink.By the time they sat down to their meal, both Helena and Nigel seemed more relaxed and began to engage in cheerful banter. Indeed, Helena’s confidence levels seemed to be mushrooming as she grew into her role and she felt almost giddy with excitement at her future.Feeling the effects of the champagne more than she thought she would, Helena excused herself from the table mid-way through the main course and made her way, on. ‘I suppose you start with what you have by studying the surroundings and the rest is based on suggestion,’ answered his cousin. ‘Really? That should be interesting.’ Thomas walked towards the edge of the pond. ‘How deep is it here anyway?’ Abby came up behind him. ‘Careful, Thomas,’ she warned. ‘The water is treacherous.’ ‘It is?’ asked Thomas. He peered into the pond, but it seemed quite shallow to him. Abby could not resist the opportunity when she saw him bend over like that. ‘It most. Adam had a couple of reasons to be slow to rise. His mind wouldn't shut off the night before, wrestling with the experience which had essentially resolved a deep fear he had left festering inside him from his earliest moments of sexual awareness, his homoerotic fantasies. Wet dreams often resulted from images of a man's penis or anus or lips caressing him and fucking him, but more disturbing were the man replacing the woman in his thoughts when he masturbated. Why would he ever need a fantasy.