Later it was time for drinks. Terry asked for a whisky and soda. Daphne got the giggles."Watch it, Terry," she said. "Uncle Henry's whiskies are letha...." That's all right," replied Terry. "You drive."Daphne looked apprehensive. "Are you sure?" Quite," he said sharply and without a hint of a smile."OK. I'd better stick to tonic please, Uncle Henry."Drinks loosened Terry's tongue and it became clear that he had views on a range of things and he was all but scathing of disagreement. He seemed. He sat silent for a while trying to come up with a repartee.It was painful to realise that she was right. He had blown it. At least he shared some of the guilt. It was confusing too. For years, for more than a decade, he had been able to blame all the bad things in his life on women. First Ellen and then Josie had been unfaithful and disloyal. His world had been neatly ordered in high contrast black and white. It was disconcerting to realise that things were not as easy.Then another conclusion. I can taste lipstick."Shall we go down and join the others?" asked my wife. "Would you liketo put your dress on?" The two women, now wearing dresses, helped usinto our dresses. I felt my wife fastening the long back zip. I wonderedwhy such a short dress had such a long zip.I descended the stairs slowly and carefully in my unfamiliar high heels.The women were already down and watching me and my partner come down.they could probably see up our skirts. It was quite an erotic thought -to have my. There was the rock garden that I had kissed my fantasy woman on, and there was the ledge that she had so nimbly jumped atop. Ron sat down, his eyes moving back and forth over the fantastic scenery. "Wow! Look at this place!" he said, "I could sit here forever and look at this!" "You do that," I said, "I'm gonna take a look up here." I climbed up onto the ledge, knowing what I would find.There it was; the view, the rocks, the cave... everything from my dream. I knew what I had to do. I took out.