"For now, nothing," he said, though I heard my mother's sharp intake of breath. I looked over at her and her expression was a cross between sheer terr...r and naked yearning. I knew exactly who that second collar was for, and I knew that it wasn't for today. But I knew that one day I would see it around her neck.Jeff reached up and got my collar off of the wall. "Put it on," he said.I struggled with it a little, but it was my collar, and I was going to get it on me. When it was on, he pointed to. It would be worse if I left him here. I slowly trudged back up the path.Gerald stayed, watching me. "You know, son," he said, his voice slightly raised in volume but not tone. "You can take care of what you need to. I'm not in any kind of a hurry. I've been 18, too." Then, under his breath: "Believe it or not."We stood there for a few minutes. I was more stunned than anything, not wanting Gerald to see my hard-on that continued to rage, as though it was incapable of taking the cue. Did he know. We wandered about I think we caused less of a stir than when we worewestern clothing.So our time in India continued every two or three days there was acricket match we flew to the different venues rehearsed and danced atthe match. One venue really stuck in my mind this was one that was overlooked bywonderful mountains; through the gap between the stands you cold see thespectacular sight of the Himalaya?s it was so atmospheric.With there being ten of us one of us always had a match off, we were. "Fuck em'! How long does it take them to iron a white-front, polishtheir shoes and comb their hair. I've laddered three pairs of sheerswith these new fucking false fingernails!" Mary complained.When the girls finally entered the foyer to the wets, the boys werestunned into silence.Doris Holiday was wearing a simple black evening gown which flatteredher fuller figure and Billy Marron raced over and offered her his arm,complimenting her on her style.Polly Perkins had opted for a dark blue.