We've been looking for a hero to come back through time toaid us. By fulfilling a series of quests you will restore our magic toyour present time. If ...ou agree to help us, then we can also help you befree of your disease." I'm an old and dying man. Unless this quest could be completed in a fewdays and involves sitting in a recliner, then I'm not the right personfor the job. I'm sorry." As I said, I believe we can help you based upon how your chose to helpeach of us."I sighed resignedly. "Tell. I bet it would be so easy.” I felt her teeth scrape tantalizingly, and I bit back a whimper. She leaned back slightly, gathering my hair in one hand and brushing it over my shoulder. “And the softest golden curls I’ve ever had the privilege of touching forming a halo around you.”She stepped back slightly, hand finding the zipper of my dress and pulling it down, her touch unhurried, lips tracing each exposed bit of skin. She stood back up, gently pushing the dress off my shoulders, freeing my. An hour later he came to see me looking very worried, I asked what’s the matter? He apologised for what he had asked and wasn't implying anything of a sexual nature, I assured him it was ok and was relieved. He went red in the face and wondered why until I saw him looking at my skirt and noticed the top of my hold ups was on show. I then apologised to him as I pulled my skirt down. He was stammering and lost for words and I stood up and held his hand and said its ok, he pulled away from me and. Whenever I saw him, either serving drinks at the bar or working in the main hotel restaurant he was always smiling. A wicked, flashing grin that promised entertainment. Naturally, he seemed very popular with tourists and was, as much as I could tell from our first week, sleeping with several women from our hotel.My suspicions about this intriguing male were confirmed by another British couple called Rick and Joanne. Both were in their early fifties and had been coming to Kenya for twenty years..