I’ll give you some money so you can take them to that roller-coaster park. They love that place.’ I glanced at my watch. ‘It’s just eleven now... I’ll feed the kids a sandwich while you get acquainted with Kate and Kelli. Then you can gather them up and take off.’ ‘When do you want them back?’ ‘How about five o’clock? That should be time enough to trim those horns I see growing longer by the minute,’ I said, gesturing toward the guys. Rick and Kate were chatting, and had eyes only for each other.. At least I’d be warm and dry. Now I was cold and wet and lost. My chances of finding a petrol station were poor. Perhaps someone would see me and give me a lift but there had been no cars and I couldn’t even see a lighted house. All I could see was the road surface and the mist shutting everything off just a few feet in front of me. “Bugger Thor’s Hammer!” I swore as my sandalled feet found a deep puddle. I’d been swearing by the Norse Gods all evening. I had pretending to be a Viking for so. In my mind, I could hear the slight popping sound as she pulls it from her lips. She then pulls it out slowly while opening her lips and runs it down her extended tongue. Allowing the tip of her tongue to curl and make a slight flicking motion. Stopping at her desired location, she begins to apply slight pressure. She backs it out a little then with a little more effort each time I see her gradually become more relaxed. Suddenly, the bulb enters in with a slight jar and is held in place. We would go up the ladder into the hay loft to hide out and get up to boy mischief. D and I would lie in the warm hay and tell stories of our experiences during the school term. We always just wore cotton shorts and tee shirts. I never wore underpants until I was much older. I must have been about 13 years old then and my friend D about 14 and half years old. Anyway, the routine was always the same when we were in the hay loft and we both knew what was going to happen. D would slide a piece of.