Death maybe? A quick one. Not to be slowly cooked to death under this merciless sun. Could that be what I was begging for? For mercy? There was no me...cy here, not in this place, not for me. I gave the radio at my feet a kick. Useless thing! I had tried so hard. For hours I tried. Lifting those damn-all heavy batteries out of the plane. Dragging this worthless collection of wires and tubes out as well, then hooking everything up with shaking hands. I had taken too many of my pep pills trying to. "Please lover, let me rid myself of these trappings. I need to put this behind me so I can go back to the way things were before yesterday…"As she began to weep her husband rushed to her and wrapped his large strong arms around her. He held her tightly as she sobbed uncontrollably.Later that morning they sat at the breakfast table having coffee and toast. The costume lay on the table between them. Again the symbolism was lost on neither of them."Last night was important Les. I know it was the. I really can't believe how lucky I am.As the holiday drew to a close over the last few days we had a house cleaning session to make sure that we left everything ship shape and Bristol fashion. It was not just the house, but the pool area and the lawn. Although Joe had arranged with one of the other expatriate Britons to cut the grass and make sure the pool was in order, we felt we had to leave everything as we found it. This led us into two days of quite hard work.It was with a touch of regret. Then, there were the children with whom she had to act responsibly, and it was out of the question to peril the good of the family just to satisfy the need for sexual escapades of a single individual. Also there was the Jack-factor. Assumed they'd actually engage in intercourse, would he tell on her? Or would he keep his mouth shut? Suddenly she remembered that it was her birthday, and that her own husband had apparently forgotten about it. Wouldn't it be appropriate to treat herself with a.