It was cold, and snow was on the ground. Previously, I had caught up on all my schoolwork. I also realized that not one of my friends would be stoppin... by. What that meant was no one would be coming over to use the word processor, to type a report, or to join me in any other activities. I mentioned it to Dad, and he suggested that we try some cross-country skiing. Although I'd never done it before, both he and Mom had done it before.He also knew that there were skis at the Embassy. When we went. I wanted to talk to her first, but I also wanted to talk to the girls too. My decision would affect all of us and I wanted them to realize this. My conversation with Annie didn’t take long. I just wanted her to understand what I was going through. I told her about my fears and my desire to take it slow. She was touched by my reluctance to risk what we had already developed but had a little difficulty understanding my concern. ‘Annie, we have to remember that neither of us are the same persons. On a few occasions it became quite tender. Following those occasions it got even more adventurous. It was as if Polly was pushing back against any possibility of it becoming more than what she wanted it to be—a summer fling—and I didn’t fight it. We never argued or fought about anything, we never got close enough emotionally to do so. I had absolutely no inclination to break it off. I was getting fucked an average of four nights a week by a very attractive, horny and increasingly creative young. Do you have somewhere we could go where we wouldn't be disturbed?" Mark queried."Are you out of your mind!? Half of Glasgow seems intent on burying you and here you are wandering around the city." Drew, calm down. These accounts were just too important to pass up. I had to come back. Now, you can do your bit by finding us somewhere that Flick and I will be safe and where we can go through these papers to hopefully break this case open," Mark responded.Although clearly still annoyed that Mark.