’ She pulled away from him and looked him in the eye, knowing she had to take some initiative here, too, she stuffed her hand inside his jacket, run...ing them over his chest, feeling the warmth she wished was inside her just then. And not because of the chill in the air. She took off his jacket and dropped it, too, he raising his arms while she pulled the sweatshirt underneath it up and off of him. All their layers were being thrown down next to them, the grass making sure they wouldn’t have too. Back home in England I started to hang out in a very popular pub in a medium sized south Wiltshire city along with my brothers and one lunchtime I bumped into a girl just about 21 maybe 22 years old who told me she had heard of me from my brothers. I didn't know at the time that she had laid both of them and was interested to know if I was any good in the sack too. The thing about Maggie (name changed) is that she was eternally broke and was willing to trade sex for beer and that in my mind, is. I was only about 8 feet away by now. Then she put her hand down and leaned back on the railing that is in front of the bathrooms. I thought it was a little odd that she didn’t continue going in, but quickly pushed it out of my head. As I walked by we both smiled at each other and I gave a nod. “Morning.” I said with a slight chuckle in my voice. “Huh? Oh, yeah.” She returned. I walked on by her and went in to the bathroom to relieve myself. When I had finished I walked out and was. She could feel, in an anticipatory way, the weals on her backside already, as she rubbed her exposed bottom. The germ of a GREAT IDEA was forming in her young and bucolic mind. Something to do with sheep and lambs. (You've guessed it already, folks, haven't you? - author)To those watching from the opposite side of the square, her one remaining covering, a tiny and triangular piece of black cloth, looked not unlike her pubic forest and several people mistook it for precisely that, immediately.