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Thursday, December 29th 2022

East Anglian adventure!

An East Anglian Encounter
Thinking again about past trips that are coming up on my future schedule and a slightly unusual adventure near Norwich.
I have several regulars. Those lovely people that I see every time I am in a specific area. C**** had seen me on a number of previous visits to East Anglia and It no surprise when he contacted me again with regard to meeting up while I was in Norwich, what was a big surprise was the nature of his request.
I had got to know C**** pretty well over the past few years and he had confided in me that all was not well in his marriage. He loved in wife dearly, but she was rather disinterested in sex and he had put this down to their age difference and her cultural upbringing being from the Middle East. C**** was now into his fifties a very successful businessman but his wife was some twenty years younger than him, personally I dislike the term ‘trophy wife’ but that is how his description of his wife, and their relationship came over to me.
It therefore came a quite a surprise when C**** contacted me with regard to visiting as a couple. I must admit my first thought was that he was bringing his mistress. He did after all know that at times I travel with other girls who would be only too happy to join in the fun and could fix that scenario up for him without any difficulty. I contacted him back and he confirmed that it was his wife who would be accompanying him, but he would be grateful if I didn’t let on that we already knew each other. Intriguing!
So the day arrived. C**** and his wife H**** arrived at my luxurious hotel suite and introductions were made with me being suitably ignorant! C****’s wife was absolutely gorgeous. If she was a ‘trophy wife’ then he’d won the FA Cup! H**** was Egyptian and the very reincarnation of those traditional images of Cleopatra, tall, a least three inches taller than me, with a figure that was in perfect proportion. She moved with a languid ease that seemed totally effortless, but all this was enveloped with an air of shyness and conservatism of a sharp business suit.
Preliminaries dealt with and I suggested that H**** and I adjourned to the bedroom to get ready and maybe shower. What I really wanted to do was to check with H**** that she was one hundred percent happy with this situation. I obviously had known C**** for some time and was always totally comfortable in his company but in marriages, well, things can be complex, and I am not naïve enough to think that coercion doesn’t exist. The moment I started talking too her it all flooded out and what she had to say for herself took me totally my surprise, this whole scenario was all her doing!
H**** told me that she had married C**** to get away from Egypt. He was a very caring husband and respected her boundaries and as a result their lovemaking was infrequent and perfunctory. She suspected that he might have a mistress and that distressed her, as a result they had a heart to heart a month or so back and she admitted that she was drawn more towards other women but had never acted of her impulses. It was H**** suggested a few alternatives and had shown her my picture and she thought that I looked as if I would understand her.
Her figure looked better and better the less as she slowly stripped and neatly folded her clothes. I suggested that we should take a shower together to help break the ice, a low key and reliable way to start a seduction even with a willing though apprehensive partner. I stared by slowly soaping her back then pressing my body against hers, the moving my hands round to caress her breasts. Then it my turn. I let her soap my back, but she was little reluctant to go further so I brought her hands round to soap by breasts and downwards until she pulled away.
We dried each other off and I led her to the bed. Time to explore her boundaries. I suggested she closed her eyes and then I would kiss her. It didn’t take long before we were kissing passionately, and my hands started to wander this time meeting little resistance. I opened her legs and started to gently caress her running my finger down the length of her sex. Time for a little oral stimulation first licking and nibbling her nipples before working down past her bellybutton to her pussy and search out her engorged clit. If any girl was ready H**** was! It didn’t take me long before I was tasting those sweet sexual juices and moved round over her so she could copy my actions, which slowly and with my urging she began to copy my moves. A few minutes and I called for C**** to join us. He had already stripped off but was still surprised by the site that greeted him, or his dusky wife engaged in an increasingly enthusiastic sixty-nine. He positioned himself to assist his wife in giving me pleasure slipping his fingers into my pussy while I wanked his cock while continuing sucking out H****.
I love the control in these situations, and I instructed H**** to steer his husband’s cock into my pussy and lick his balls and my arse while he fucked me. The whole eroticism of the situation was hitting home for them and H**** was soon shuddering to a climax under my oral administrations and could sense that C**** was not far behind her so I whispered in his ear that I was sure would like to be sucked off by the pair of us. He agreed and I eagerly swallowed his cock while H**** somewhat reluctantly joined in but soon came around to rewarding her husband for bringing her fantasy to life. He came in a fountain of spunk across our lips and into our hair as I tried my best to capture as much as I could. An impressive mouthful was my reward which I then shared with H**** as we French kissed.
Just hoping now that the three of us can back together again on my next trip to East Anglia!

Thursday, December 29th 2022

Remembering last time by the Liffey

I was contemplating my travel arrangements for the New Year and my mind wandered back to my last visit to Dublin. I had arrived a day earlier than initially planned so I took the opportunity to undertake a little sightseeing. I had already visited the main attractions within the city, so I decided to spread my wings and explore a little further off the beaten track. I noticed that the DART ran north to a place called Howth, I looked it up online and it looked like a place which might worth taking in.
The problem with being a recognised porn mega-star with a killer body is that travelling incognito requires consideration and sometime ingenuity, fortunately it was not a very warm day, so a voluminous pullover, baggy jeans and jacket were not out of place and long flowing locks could be tucked away under a beanie!
Having arrived at the station I took a walk round the harbour, ending up at the lighthouse and took a few photographs of Ireland’s Eye. It was on the way back I started to feel a distinct chill in the air and realised that a sea mist was rolling on from the east. I decided that maybe it was time to adjourn to one of the cafes on the waterfront when I almost bumped into this good looking middle aged guy; he looked at me; I looked at him; and this air of partial recognition came to both of our expressions. Trying frantically to place him he fortunately threw out the kind of comment that immediately brings clarity. He apparently had seen that I was in Dublin for a few days but unfortunately, he was taking a party across to the Isle of Man and would sadly miss my visit.
Memories were now flooding back from my previous visit to Dublin. I certainly remembered him, he was not only attentive to a woman’s needs, always important if you want to bring the best out in any woman, but as well as an attentive tongue that knew it’s way around, he also possessed a wonderfully thick cock. Anyway a few brief greetings and explanations and we adjourned to a neighbouring café for a hot drink and a natter.
He explained that he had arranged this trip to the Isle of Man with three of his school friends some months back and that were due to leave later this evening. He was just waiting for them to arrive from Dublin before they could get going. He also mentioned that when he had revealed all about our past encounter, how jealous they all were! Our conversation was soon interrupted by his phone and a text message telling him his friends had arrived and he arranged for them to meet him at the café. Well, when three good looking fit guys stroll into a café it can certainly set a girl’s pulse racing and I must admit mine when into hyperdrive and my mind to a whirl of possibilities. S*** my companion sent them off to his boat while we finished our drinks. It was then I made him an offer. How would he like me to come over and entertain them this evening if they had time before setting sail? His jaw dropped, his eyes lit up and a grin spread from ear to ear, brief negotiations and text messages and we had a deal for seven that evening. S*** walked me back to the station and we agreed that I should include a cab in the deal as sexily clad late night on the DART was possibly not a good option. The train arrived and I made my way back to my hotel to prepare for the evening’s entertainment.
What to wear? Obviously sexy undies and the full set as well. In the end I settled for black lace and stockings. Then what to wear on top. I was taking a taxi so I could afford to be risqué, and I decided that I would just cover temptation with my long black shiny pleather coat. A pair of boots, a wide brimmed hat and I was set for the evening’s entertainment. So it was a case of then taking the taxi to the waterfront where an eagerly waiting S*** was there to greet me. I was a little concerned that S***’s boat would be a little clamped but there was plenty of room for me to perform in a fairly spacious cabin with the table pushed to one side and four expectant hunks sat along the opposite side. S*** had found some Donna Summer for me to dance to and I was off into my routine slowly easing away my coat revealing the much anticipated treasures to eight transfixed eyes.
Coat on the cabin floor and it was time to break the barriers and get the guys in on the act. First the boots, eagerly unzipped and pulled away, followed by siting back against the seemingly shyest of the quartet and getting him to unclip my bra, before I slid away and slowly revealed my magnificent (though I say so myself) triple H curves. My bra adorning shy-boy’s head and tits rubbed into his face I rewarded S*** for setting this up by thrusting my arse in his face and demanding he pulled down my lacey black knicks. Randy sod couldn’t resist a quick feel of my bum, but then that is what we are all here for.
Lap dance time and a chance for the guys to get a little more proactive and to check out that my performance was well received judging by how lumpy laps were getting. On my knees and time to liberate four very promising erections, nothing to disappoint here. Alternating sucking two cocks while wanking the other two rotating to ensure all four get their fair share of my hot lips. S*** then took the lead and pulled out the table and lifted me onto it. Such a convenient table at exactly cock level! S*** then used his oral skills on me. I had already experienced his skilled tongue during my last visit and my juices were less flowing more gushing as I continued to administer my skills to the three others.
I was more than ready when S*** suggested that a good fucking was in order. I made just one request that they were happy to indulge me with, that was that I wanted them all to empty their spunk over my tits when we finished. The fucking started on the table with them taking turns on rotation to fuck, to be wanked or sucked. Then a change of position so they could fuck me from behind. A chair that allowed for me to be fucked while my mouth was kept busy and then I took turns sitting on one cock after the other with my tits received plenty of attention. Well fucked all round and as they had all agreed, I lay back on the bench and four well primed cocks took it in turns to spurt all over my tits as I rubbed their juices into my receptive flesh.
Now that is what I call a climax!

Saturday, February 15th 2014

The Adventures of Misty

Well, thought Misty, that was all rather unexpected.

It happened in the later part of her fourth booking with one of her older clients. He gave the impression of being a professional gentleman but being offered a temporary job was hardly what she was anticipating. He had given her a business card: “Alternative therapies for Obsessive Behaviours at the Charteris Health Club and Spa.” He went on to explain that they had a potential client with a particular issue which none of the existing staff were ideally profiled to help to solve.

He explained: “In essence, we have a young man who developed a fixation upon his House Matron at school to such an extent that he is unable to properly interact with girls of his own age. We are of the opinion that we need a lady who matches his description of the original object of his desire, in order that we can observe our progress in curing him. You would be absolutely perfect for the task, I am certain.”

“You would reside at the Spa with full use of the facilities and we would pay your daily rate for one week, regardless of the time taken to cure him, even if we are unsuccessful.” “Would I be expected to f*ck him?” asked Misty. “Very probably” was the reply. “It all depends upon the subject making advances towards you, but assuming that he does, then the answer is absolutely yes!” “What do you think?” Well, thought Misty, it’s not every day that a girl gets offered to be paid to receive spa treatment and gets a young buck thrown in for good measure. “Yes, count me in.” “That’s excellent” said he. “Can you make it on Saturday, 1st March for a week?”

That is how Misty found herself at the reception desk an hour before clients were due to arrive, to give her time to settle into her room and to receive a detailed briefing upon what was expected of her. The facilities looked to be of a very high standard, she liked the look of the published menus and her room was large, comfortable and with a great view of the gardens and lake. The bed was huge and invitingly soft but she had little time to enjoy sinking into it before her elderly client was knocking at the door, accompanied by a girl who was introduced to her as Louise. Louise was a really attractive brunette in a white uniform and was to be Misty’s contact for day-to-day issues concerned with her time at the spa.

She was told that she would be introduced to the patient, Gary, as his assigned nurse for his week’s treatment and that she would be expected to wear the standard uniform which was provided in her size. Misty mused how many of the nurses were of a size HH bust, or if hers had been specially tailored. When she put it on it was obvious that it had been cut to display her cleavage and the hem was set slightly above the knee.

“When you meet Gary, Louise will explain that you are newly employed here and will show both of you around all of the facilities before leaving you and Gary to get to know each other better.” Please feel free to talk to him about his background and interests and do not worry if he talks about his problem. Just be your natural self and take it as it comes.” “What if he comes on to me?” asked Misty. “Then please let him, and then enjoy him for as long as you can maintain his interest. Just make sure that by the time you are done that there isn’t a single sperm left in his body.” “Then call for Louise. He will be so far gone by then that we can immediately commence the hypnotic part of his therapy, which is largely the point of this part of the treatment.”

So, what happened next followed the planned script very closely. Misty was introduced to Gary as “Miss Anne” and was delighted to observe that he was tall, athletic and with a mop of fair, curly, hair which gave him a really boyish charm. Louise showed them his room, which was very conveniently next door to Misty’s, followed by the full tour of the premises, ending in the dining room. The two of them were left to lunch together and Misty was delighted by the quality of the cuisine. It hardly took much of her expertise to notice that Gary was extremely drawn to her cleavage, though he did his level best to disguise it by looking her in the eyes as much as he could.

She learned that he had studied History, English, Maths and Economics, played the cello and enjoyed rowing before reading Economics at University. He had started working in the family business at the end of last year and his father had insisted that he stared at the floor level, in order that he gained a complete understanding as to how the company worked from the bottom up. It was a sunny, crisp, St David’s Day, so Misty suggested that they go for a walk on the lawns. As they did, the two of them continued to talk and she playfully took Gary’s hand, which caused him to latch very eagerly onto hers in return. He asked her about her interests and she said that she had been a model and actress before settling for nursing, to nurture the pastoral side of her personality. Gary asked if she had ever worked in a school. “No,” said Misty and asked if Gary had enjoyed his schooldays. “Absolutely” he said but made no mention of his experiences in House.

They found their way back to their corridor, with Gary becoming increasingly redder in the face, the nearer they got. As they reached their doors, Misty broke the grip of his hand and moved to her door. When she reached it, she looked back over her shoulder and gave Gary “The Look”. He stepped towards her and she knew that he was hers. “Miss Anne“, “Yes?” “Would you mind me saying that I think that you are just the most wonderful person and that I would like to spend some more time with you?” “Well, any girl would be flattered to hear such a handsome guy say that. Would you like to come in?”
Once the door was closed, they continued to talk but Misty used her eyes and physical assets to leave him totally victim to her powers. He was trembling with nerves before Misty moved to calm him and gently remove his shirt, then her uniform, before Gary lost control and plunged his face into her cleavage.

Nearly three hours later Misty had followed her instructions with such dedication that Gary lay prone on the bed, while she phoned reception to contact Louise and quickly dressed. The two girls dressed Gary in one of the Spa’s dressing gowns and helped him to stagger to his room. Louise told Misty that she was free for the rest of the day and was to be ready for 10 a.m. the following day.

Misty decided to enjoy a shower then use a Jacuzzi before dressing for dinner. She was joined by Louise and two other nurses, Amanda and Valerie. The food and wine were first-class and Misty was musing that Valerie seemed that she might be particularly good fun between the sheets. Misty slept very well despite being alone and had a light breakfast before meeting up with Louise at reception.

Louise briefed Misty as follows: “So the plan for today is to spend the morning with Gary, keeping him well away from a bedroom, have lunch with him and then see how he behaves after that. If he makes a play for you in the afternoon, the idea is to follow the same path as yesterday.” “OK, well understood” replied Misty.

Gary was soon with them seeming a trifle sheepish and Misty suggested a visit to the gym. Misty chose a cycling machine on a low setting and soon achieved a gentle rhythm of exercise while enjoying the view of various girls and men on various forms of apparatus. Gary was really pushing himself on a Concept rowing machine as if he was in training for a competition. He eventually wound down and they agreed that they would shower and meet at the entrance.

Gary was waiting when Misty emerged and then started to apologise for his behaviour the previous day. They set off for a walk while Misty said that there was nothing for Gary to feel ashamed of and that Misty had rather enjoyed his attention to her. She concluded by saying that most guys of his age tended to prefer younger girls. That was the cue for Gary to open up about his schooldays. He was at a boarding school in the South-East of England, partly because his parents had separated before his mother had taken up with a younger lover and moved overseas. He had felt rather betrayed and had come to enjoy the company of Geraldine, his house mistress. “What was she like?” asked Misty. “Well, she was in her early forties, a rather pretty brunette, really, really, kind and with tits that seemed to defy gravity.” “Never underestimate the effect of a well-made bra” said Misty. “Did you ever…?” “No, of course not, Geraldine was much too proper for that. She used to hug me a lot and I never wanted the hugs to stop. I just felt safe and loved. I suppose that I loved her back but I never told her. I used to lie in my bed at night and just dream about being with her, undressing her, hugging her naked body and making her happy.” “Rather like yesterday, with me?” asked Misty. “Yes, Miss Anne, except that yesterday I didn’t feel quite so much a little boy any more, I felt as if I was growing up, if you understand?” “I understand” said Misty. “We all move on quite a bit as we learn to feel more comfortable in our own skins.” Then the lunch bell rang and they moved to the dining room.

After they had finished, Misty asked Gary what he wanted to do next. He asked if they could talk while his lunch went down so that he could go for a run. So they sat in a quiet corner of the lounge and talked about quite a lot of things. Gary asked Misty about her modelling days and was intrigued as to how Misty felt about being lusted after by a significant proportion of the population of the Western world. “Well, although I wasn’t completely prepared, I rather enjoyed it. I am really something of an exhibitionist, you know. How do I compare with Geraldine?” “Well, sexier, obviously, and I could never talk to her as I am doing with you now. But you seem just as kind and understanding as I remember her to be.” “Thank you” said Misty. “Of course, all women are different and you should learn that even a single woman can be quite a different person on occasions, depending upon her mood on the day, or even in a moment of the day. What matters is that you can see that and that you behave naturally, just being your normal self around girls. They should then see traits in you that you may not have taken particular notice of yourself and some of them will find those traits attractive. Who knows what will happen after that, when you get to talk to them in an open-minded way?” “Now, it’s time for your run, I think. I’m going for a facial and I’ll meet you in Reception.”

Misty soon found herself with the rather intimidating but professional Claire, enjoying a combination of facial treatment, manicure and pedicure. By the time that she reached Reception she was feeling both relaxed and coquettish at the same time. Gary arrived a few minutes later, his hair still damp from a shower. They strolled outside. “What now?” asked Misty, as she realised that she had just flashed him “The Look.” The effects were almost immediate and completely obvious. Misty was hardly likely to miss the familiar bulge, blushing of cheeks and the twitching of fingers, as if Gary’s arms had lost contact with his brain. “I see,” she said. “Shall we go to yours this time?” “Is that OK with you, Miss Anne?” asked Gary. Misty stroked his cheek and smiled. “Come on, we’re wasting time.”

This time Misty made the first move and stripped Gary completely before moving down to ease his knob into her mouth, all the time maintaining eye contact. “Mmmhh” was the last expression which Gary remembered coming from Misty’s mouth before his concentration evaporated completely. It was even longer than three hours before Misty picked up the phone to contact Louise.

This time there was no need to rouse Gary for a change of rooms, so Misty and Louise adjourned to Misty’s room so that Louise could be briefed upon what had occurred. “Did I do wrong?” asked Misty. “No, that was perfect: we need to reinforce last night’s induction before we can expect real progress” was the reply. “I’ll see you after breakfast, just like today.” Misty settled for dinner with Amanda and Valerie, with Louise nowhere to be seen, before trying out the sauna and plunge bath facilities.

At the morning briefing Louise requested Misty to follow the same general scheme as the previous day but to see if she could lead Gary in the direction of discussing his feelings towards girls of about his own age. “No problem” Misty replied and it wasn’t long before she was chatting with Gary in the garden.
Misty soon steered their conversation in the direction of how Gary felt about girls of about his own age. “Oh, I like many of them” he said, “But I have some issues in talking to them and I find it impossible to tell if they like me, or not.” “I think that I can help you there, said Misty. “I’ll see you in the gym.”

They went off to change into their exercise gear before meeting up. The gym was fairly full and Misty suggested that they exercise upon adjacent bicycle machines in a zone against the far wall. “We’ll just pedal away and I will help you read the signs.” So, off they set, with Gary on the cycle nearer to the rest of the apparatus. After a while, Misty asked Gary if he had noticed anything. “No, nothing” he replied. “Well, do you see the blonde in the leg extension chair; she’s checked you out several times and the redhead on the middle treadmill seems to be quite taken with you, as well.” “Really!” said Gary: “What should I do about it?” “Right now, nothing; just file the interest for future reference.”

When they were completely done exercising, with Misty pointing out a few other signs of interest, they showered and met up for lunch. Misty suggested that they spend the afternoon working upon Gary’s approach to conversation and helping him to become more comfortable in the presence of female company in general. “I’m fine with you” said Gary it’s the girls I don’t know who intimidate me. “But you’ve only known me for a few days and we are doing fine” said Misty. “You’re different,” said Gary. “Not really, you just think that I am. Keep talking” So they continued well into the afternoon. Gary was noticeably becoming more comfortable with the situation as time progressed. Then he felt sufficiently relaxed to ask: “What happens if I get alone with a girl and I think that she wants me, if you see what I mean.” “Gary, the key is to take it slow, in case you are wrong, or the mood changes. Let’s go to your place and you can practise on me.”

They sat down on two armchairs by the bay window and Gary was instructed to begin conversation again. “Important points” said Misty, “Try as much as you can to concentrate on looking at my face, with particular emphasis on my eyes. No girl will want to be thought of as an object. Use her eyes as a window into her mind. If you don’t engage her mind, then you will lose her interest. Be prepared to challenge her intellect, without any hint of aggression. If you think that she wants you to touch her, start with the fingers, hands and arms, so that you can gauge her reaction.”

Gary took Misty’s instructions seriously and soon relaxed again. Misty let him run on for quite a while without apparent encouragement, before starting to give some slight signs of encouragement, many orders of magnitude more subtle than “The Look.” Gary seemed to overlook the early indications until he stopped to ask if she was giving him some encouragement. “Typical man” said Misty, “You almost need me to stand on your toe to get a reaction.” Gary took the hint and gently took Misty’s left hand into both of his, before kissing her fingertips and stroking the back of her hand. “Don’t forget the gaps between my fingers” Misty hinted. Gary gained in confidence and gently started to attempt to seduce Misty in a slow, languorous, fashion. As he progressed, he was encouraged by the occasional sigh, parting of the lips and utterances of “Good boy.”

Despite the really encouraging development of Gary starting off by taking the lead the end result was the same as on the previous days: a fairly tired, but satisfied, Misty gazing down upon the frame of a ravaged Gary; giving a respectable imitation of a stage corpse. Misty made the familiar call to Louise. “I think that we made good progress today” Misty told Louise, before being signed off until the following morning.

At dinner Louise joined Amanda, Valerie and Misty and it turned out to be quite a fun evening. All of the girls had lived more than a little and each had a good range of personal stories to raise the spirits. Misty thought that she caught Valerie more than once checking her out and, in turn, was speculating if Valerie’s boobs could possibly be natural, as well as wondering about her height. Valerie had always been sitting at the table when Misty arrived, but she must be quite a bit taller than Misty, surely? Misty didn’t get to find out because she left first, needing to visit her toilet pretty soon.

In the morning Misty found herself wondering if it was really only Tuesday before meeting up with Louise. Louise agreed that the team thought that Gary had made excellent progress and suggested that Misty should leave him to his own devices after lunch. That set the pattern for the next days, with Misty having the afternoons free to enjoy the facilities and dining with an growing group of all-female staff in the evenings before Louise told her that there would be an end of week party on the Friday night before she would leave on Saturday morning.

By Friday Misty was really starting to miss her sessions with Gary and wondered how the party would pan out. The main ballroom was pretty packed out with guests and staff in their party best. There were canapés, plenty of champagne and wine, plus a wide selection of spirits for those who wished. Misty was delighted to notice Gary talking with several of the younger guests and staff, and that he was paying particular attention to the redhead who had been giving him the eye when on the treadmill a few days back. Then Misty noticed Valerie moving towards her. “Christ, she is tall!” thought Misty; she must be 6ft 6 in her heels. Valerie was wearing a black cocktail dress which again raised the question of whether or not she had had implants. Things took a really interesting turn when Valerie approached Misty and asked the leading question: “Tell me, Anne, are your breasts real?” “Not completely” replied Misty; “and yours?” “Let’s go to my room and you can find out!” was the reply.
By the morning Misty was absolutely certain that they were totally real and found out that Valerie was just less than 6ft 2 barefoot. Her itch for Gary’s attentions was completely scratched and Valerie’s appetite suggested that she had not enjoyed as much attention as Misty had during the week.

Misty rose just in time to pack, have breakfast and make the farewells. Gary seemed to have an aura of confidence which had seemed possible just a few days ago. The owner, who was her original client, expressed himself totally satisfied with all that Misty had achieved. After hugs all around and a particularly lingering one with Valerie, it was time to leave.

At the time Misty thought that this would be the end of a very pleasant interlude and thought of it just as a pleasant and rewarding memory. Until, one evening, she took a 3-hour incall from a new client, only to discover Gary at her door. Once inside, Misty said, “I thought that you had been cured.” “Oh, I have” said Gary. “I’m getting married in three months, to a lovely girl of my age.” It’s just that nobody leaves me as completely ravaged as you do, Anne, and I needed to top up my memory bank.” Misty left him with just enough energy to walk out of the door but before he did Gary had one more question. “Would you be free for an overnight in the middle of June, please? And could you recommend a friend for my best man?”

The end.