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Victoria Collier April 1959. It had been a pleasant spring day, I had been to a weekend camp with the scouts and had arrived back home tired. Because I lived a short distance away from the scout hut the scoutmaster, Mark had offered me a lift home. I gratefully accepted. "Did you enjoy the weekend then, Paul?" "Oh yes, but then I always enjoy camping." "Yea, I've noticed that. I also have to add that I think you have learnt a great deal and have an excellent understanding of scouting for your age. How old are you, I'm afraid I have forgotten?" "15 but 16 next month." We pulled up outside the house. He offered to give me a hand with my rucksack and holdall. Mum opened the front door and dashed out to give me a big hug. She always managed to embarrass me in public. "How are you sweetie you look so tired." Then she noticed Mark and immediately asked him in for a cup of tea. As she passed me she told me I smelt and should go and have a bath. Our house did not have an upstairs bathroom it was downstairs off the kitchen. I dutifully did as I was told. It was absolutely gorgeous soaking in a hot bath after a week away under canvas. The houses in those days weren't well insulated and consequently there was a great deal of condensation and the water cooled down very quickly. I got out of the bath, dried myself and then headed out into the kitchen to go upstairs. It was then that I heard mum and Mark talking. To get to the stairs I had to walk through the lounge, with nothing but the towel on. Naturally mum had often seen me naked, and as I was a rugby player getting into a large bath with 15 others all nude was the accepted thing, so I had no second thoughts as I walked through with just the towel covering up my private parts. I smiled as I walked through and they both smiled back. "Sweetie dear, Mark has just asked me if you would like to accompany him searching for new camp sites. Would you like that sweetie?" "Yes, sure," I said without any thought. It would be a chance to go camping and seeing different parts of the country, but mainly because I enjoyed camping. Mark sat there smiling at me. He didn't say anything but just smiled "Oh good," said mum. "That's settled then. When did you say you would be going?" Mark just sat there staring at me and smiling, and then realised he had been asked a question. "Sorry." "When did you say you would be going?" "Oh, yes, I was thinking of going over the next few weekends. Saturday morning to Sunday night." Rugby had virtually finished on Saturday mornings and now it was time for cricket, which I loathed so camping each weekend would suit me just fine. It was my turn to answer. "Yes, that's fine with me" "Go on upstairs and get dressed," said mum as if I had deliberately started the conversation. I was quite cold now so I ran upstairs and got dressed quickly, and then returned downstairs into the warmth of the coal fire. My mum took one look at me and immediately scolded me "Just look at you hair, it's a mess" "I'll comb it now mum, it's cold up there." "It's getting far too long it's time you had it cut." "It's the latest fashion," said Mark smiling at me. "They are all wearing their hair much longer, it's those Beatles people" "Who?" "Oh for goodness sake mum don't you ever watch the TV?," I asked. "If it grows much longer you will need a perm, my boy," she scolded. Mark stood up quickly and announced he best be off. Mum thanked him again for inviting me on his trips and made sure I did the same. The front door was at the bottom of the stairs in a small alcove with a door between the alcove and the lounge. At most only 3 people could fit into this small space. So mum told me to see Mark off as she cleaned up. As we squeezed into this alcove Mark grabbed my hand and squeezed it quite hard. "You do want to come, don't you?" "Oh yes," I replied. "Ah good!," For a few moments he stood and smiled at me and then opened the door and was then gone. Saturday morning arrived, me in my short trousers and scout uniform sat patiently waiting for Mark with my rucksack neatly packed. At 10 am sharp he arrived in his Morris Minor car packed up with tents etc. By 10.05 I had said farewell and off we went. "So where are we going?" It seemed a reasonable question to ask. "Dovedale. Are you any the wiser?" "No, but it's good to know." "It's just after Castleton in Derbyshire." "Still no wiser." "The other side of the Pennines." "Ah I have seen that on the maps" He laughed at me, and I joined in. We stopped about 11/2 hours later for tea and a sandwich. "I'm surprised you came in your scout uniform," he said smiling at me "I just thought that I was supposed to." "It doesn't matter, but have you any other clothes in case we decide not to camp. If the weather is bad or anything." "I'm sorry but I haven't got any money with me." "Oh no do not worry about that. I invited you, so I will be paying for any costs." "I have an old pair of trousers and an old shirt in case we have to get dirty, but nothing clean." "It doesn't matter because the weather looks fine so we should be able to camp somewhere." We drove on and over the Pennines. I had never seen such lovely countryside. We passed by what was called the blue John mines. Before I could ask "I've no idea. Must have been the name of the bloke who dug the mine" "There seems to be a great number of people there." "Not today, we must press on. I've been given the address of a farm where they allow camping so we should go and have a look." We passed through the village of Castleton, a delightful stone walled place with quaint shops and drove on. Dovedale seemed to be off the main road so we drove up to the small settlement and continued on. Mark had been given direction and he was obviously hopeful that his understanding of the notes was correct. Only about 2 miles outside the village we came across the farm. A squat stone built house with smoke coming out of the chimney and a cheery looking front door. A rather plump but smiling lady answered and after a few preliminary questions invited us into her huge low beamed kitchen. Massive mugs of tea were placed in front of us on a spotlessly clean timber topped table. "Jim will be back shortly for his afternoons," she said. "Like some fresh baked scones?" Mark said yes and I nodded my head, not sure what she meant by a scone. A second later I found out as she placed a warm, still slightly steaming massive scone in front of me, with a pot of butter, a jar of strawberry jam, and a plate of clotted cream in front of us. Mark's face lit up with delight. "I haven't seen that in a long time," he said his smile going from ear to ear. That I thought, is good for you because I had never seen anything like it, and what's more didn't know what to do with it "I don't think I'll have the butter," said Mark. "Got to think of the waistline" The farmer's wife cocked her head sideways and stared at his large stomach and smiled. "You're right. You only live once." I followed suit and cut the scone in half putting the butter in the middle. It immediately melted. We spread the homemade strawberry jam thickly onto both halves and then ladled the cream as high as we could on top. Then came the hard task of trying to eat it without covering our faces with the cream. To put it politely it was the most delicious thing I had ever eaten. My eyes closed with contentment. The view of the rotund farmer's wife with her huge apron covering her huge waistline beaming delightedly at us as this wonderful concoction of tastes slid down my throat is one that I shall never forget. I of course finished up with cream on the end of my nose. They both kindly laughed at me, Mark in particular thought it was hilarious. I went over to a wall mirror and had to agree with him. Jim the farmer marched in just as I was wiping my nose. "I see me wife has caught thee out with her fancies," he said as he also beamed at me. "Indeed sir she has." "Aha and thee wants to look over me land for a camping expedition?" "Indeed sir, you are correct." "And I presume as you is his scoutmaster then?" "Ah yes." "Then I will show yus the field down yonder were lots of you scouts do camp. But I must let you finish your tea otherwise her ladyship ere will be aving me head off," He roared with laughter as we all did. 45 minutes later we were stood in a well-drained field, surrounded by trees and a babbling brook. We had been told we could pitch our tent here tonight but would have to share it with the cows. "They won't be ere in summer, they'll have gone fer slaughter," the farmer had said. "Can you manage the tent on your own whilst I look around with the farmer at water supplies etc.? It's not a big one?" So I pitched the tent close to the stream under the boughs of a giant horse chestnut. The sun was shining; it was a very pleasant afternoon. I rummaged through the boot of the car and found the famous primus stove that I knew Mark always carried with him. With the ground sheet down I laid out my sleeping bag, and unrolled his. Stored my rucksack at the back of the tent and decided I should find a container and go and get some water. There was a tap at the back of one of the barns that sealed off the field from the farm. Mark was obviously talking to the farmer. I struggled back across the field with this container of water. I made tea on the primus, which as guessed was the right thing to do. Mark strolled up with not a care in the world, nor a thank you. He took the tea off me as though it was obvious that I should have done everything for him. "It looks good don't you think," I nodded. "Fish and chips?" I brightened up at that idea. Tea was soon dispatched; tent tied up and off we went, back into Castleton and the nearest fish and chip shop. We sat on a wall overlooking the village green munching our way through the chips, when mark all of a sudden said he wouldn't be long and disappeared. He reappeared carry a large paper bag. "Goodies," he said without further explanation. "Come on lets back and sample these." The light was beginning to fade as we tramped back across the field. Luckily I had set up a small hurricane light so that we were not in the pitch dark. We were soon in the tent with the light on when Mark opened the goodies bag. He had several bottles of beer for himself and he had bought me two bottles of Babycham along with a proper glass. "I thought you would prefer something other than pop," he smiled as I stared at the bottles. I had never had anything alcoholic. I felt quite elated at the thought of breaking the rules. "Now you have to sip this slowly," he explained. "You don't just knock it back, just little sips, but do you want to get undressed and into your sleeping bag first?" So I did. I nipped outside and found a suitable spot and then came back undressed and put my pyjamas on. Mark had got changed whilst I was outside. Sat up in my sleeping bag with a glass of fizzy Babycham made me feel giddy even before I had taken a sip. But once I had and the bubbles had gone up my nose I really did feel happy and giddy. Mark was lying down on his side propped up on one elbow drinking his beer from a bottle whilst smoking his cigarette. He was good enough to blow the smoke away from me but even so the tent soon filled up with his smoke. That of course was nothing unusual as it often happened with mum and dad, both heavy smokers. It was a carefree time laughing and joking, sipping my Babycham. "You look so sweet drinking that," he said. Mum was always calling me sweetie so it didn't really register too much when Mark said it. I just smiled. I was enjoying it. He finished his beer and got another bottle. I hadn't finished mine "Come on slow coach; drink it up so I can give you another" I gulped it back and he immediately refilled it. The sudden gulp really made a difference. I started laughing even more. Suddenly he became very serious. "You mustn't tell anyone about this will you, because it will get me into serious trouble and we won't be able to enjoy ourselves again. Promise" "I promise," I replied as solemnly as I could, and then started laughing again. This laughter continued until my glass was empty. I thanked him for the drink, and was about to lie down when he grabbed me tightly and pulled me to him and kissed me full on the lips. It took quite a few seconds before he released me a little. "That is how you can thank me. Did you enjoy that?" I couldn't answer because it all had happened so quickly, I had had no say in the matter and felt trapped, but what was I to say. So I didn't. He presumably took that as a yes because he kissed me again. This time it was much more gentle, with his tongue running along my sealed lips. This wasn't too unpleasant. "Much nicer?" I think I smiled. "Time for sleep." He put the light out and turned over and was soon asleep. I lay there prone on my back trying to figure out what had gone on. It was revolting, horrible taste of his cigarette and the beer, I certainly didn't enjoy it and yet, there was something and that something worried me. Why was I not up beating him? I was grateful for the weekend and we had enjoyed ourselves. I had certainly enjoyed the Babycham, but those kisses. I couldn't sleep for quite a while trying to understand. "Come on sleepy head," He then gave me a quick peck on the cheek. "We had a good time yesterday didn't we? "Yes." "We'll have a good day today and then next weekend we might look some other place. You would like that wouldn't you?" "Yes." I felt my fate was sealed with that simple half dazed answer. We had tea and then packed everything up quite quickly because Mark said he had seen a caf? where we could get a good breakfast. We were soon on our way again and as soon as we had devoured our food the laughter and smiling commenced once again. I was still stunned, trying to figure out what had gone on and what it meant, but I was enjoying myself so I reasoned there was no point in going over and over again what had happened. It really wasn't worth bothering about; it was probably just the alcohol. When we got home he came in and had a cup of tea with mum and dad recounted all about the village and site. Mum addressed me as "Sweetie," as usual and suggested I should have a bath. There was no point in me taking my clean dry clothes into the bathroom because there were soon clouds of condensation as the hot water mixed with the cold air. So once again I came out of the downstairs bathroom with just a towel around my waste. Mum and dad didn't flicker and eyelid but Mark obviously took a great deal of notice. I was soon dressed and back downstairs again. "It's all arranged for next weekend although mark is suggesting you leave an early as possible on Friday afternoon to give you more time to look around. That's good isn't it sweetie" "Yes mum," I replied feeling really good about the idea. "Mark says not to wear your uniform dear, so that you can stay somewhere." "Yes, right mum." I mentioned the weekend trip to some of my friends who said little obviously jealous of my good fortune. Of course they wouldn't have said anything against it because they knew that although I was bar far the smallest I was also the best fighter and often used my fists if required. Thursday night and mum made sure I had everything pack, in a suitcase. It was old and battered a little, but it looked good. "Don't forget to get back here as soon as you can." We had just started reading Dickens in our English Literature, which was the last lesson on Friday. We were discussing Miss Havisham when I looked out of the window to see him stood there at the end of the drive. He was a school teacher at a different school than mine but even so how had he got here so early. I walked down the drive with him smiling at me. "Come on let's get going. I've already seen your mum and picked up your case, so we can get going. We've a fair drive ahead of us" I shrugged my shoulders and got in his car. We headed off and stopped in Queensferry to get something to eat "We're in Wales now," he announced triumphantly. "I've booked us into a small country pub, not too far from here" We were soon there where he parked his car round the back of the pub. "Stay in the car while I go and make sure everything is OK" Within ten minutes he was back. "Everything is fine, but there is a small problem which we will overcome. It's nothing much really but I'll explain when we are inside. When we get in we will quickly go upstairs. I don't think it is a good idea if you go in the bar." "Oh right I see," I said realising that I was so underage. We slipped in the rear door and he quickly led the way up the stairs to the waiting bedroom. It was a large double bedroom with a small window overlooking the car park. Mark opened another door. "It's en suite." I had never heard of the word so was aghast when I saw a shower washbasin and toilet. "It's just for us, isn't that great." Since I had never spent a night in a pub before I didn't really know what to expect. When we went on holiday we always stayed in caravans. "You unpack and I'll nip down stairs and get us a few bottles, should I?" I just smiled. "Why don't you have a shower?" "How does it work?" "I'll show you once I have the drinks." A few minutes later he returned with beer and Babycham. "Right then strip off and I'll get this working." He started to fiddle whilst I stripped off. "Ready then jump inside the shower tray and I will turn it on." I did as instructed with Mark beaming at my naked body. Then he switched it on and of course it was freezing cold. I jumped back into Mark's open arms. He encased my body in his arms and kissed me. Not once but several times. The water quickly warmed up and without saying anything he put me back into the shower tray. He stood there smiling at me, as I stared back at him speechless. "Do you want me to rub your back down?," he enquired. "No I'll be fine," I said feeling very vulnerable. He pulled the shower curtain round and left me in peace in the tiny cubicle. I was staggered. I was aghast, as not only had he taken me by surprise but he had also made me feel so different. My penis was erect. I had never felt like this before. I soaped myself down and waited until my penis had flopped down again. I was quite perturbed. I dried myself and went into the bedroom to put on my pyjamas. He was already in bed. "I'll have a shower in the morning," he announced. "Jump in you'll catch your death out there. I've poured you a drink" "I've puffed up your pillows so you have your drink more easily," He reached across me forcing me back into the pillows, so that he could pick up my drink and hand it to me. "There you are I know you will enjoy that." "You've got lovely hair you know," he said as he gently touched the ruffled mop on top of my head. I was frozen to the spot. "Drink up; you don't want the bubbles to disappear do you?" I started to sip but he gently forced my hand holding the glass to my mouth making me drink it rather than sipping it "You'll feel much better in a minute," and suddenly it was all gone. He leaned across me and got another bottle, filling my glass again "You will feel much better," he said as once again he gently forced me to drink it rather than sipping it. The bubbles had really danced in my nostrils and I quickly began to feel quite giddy. Once again he leaned across and poured a third glass. "This one you can sip". I did and then turned and put it back down on my bedside table. As I turned back his arms encased my body trapping my arms against my side. Without saying anything he started to kiss me once again. Quite tenderly this time with just the tip of his tongue slowly vibrating along my lips. He tongue pressed a little harder and harder until my lips parted slightly. His tongue forced its way in, darting back and forth. I found it extremely exhilarating. He lifted his head slightly and then the kissing started again. I couldn't help it but I quite enjoyed it. I don't know why, but although I felt it was wrong I found it extremely pleasurable. As he forced me back into the pillows he released his tight grip and instead started to rub his hands up and down my body and also played with my nipples. He pulled me slightly down the bed and brought one of the pillows down to support my head. He slowly raised the sheets back to reveal my body. His smiled widened considerably as he spied the bulge in my pyjama bottoms. Nothing was said as he undid all of the buttons on my top and lifted the front panels away exposing my naked top. My arms were still static at my sides. I didn't know what was going on, even though I found it pleasurable. He leaned over and began to kiss my body and suck on my nipples. I couldn't move. It was delicious. He then began to move down my body, gently rubbing my skin and slowly kissing lower and lower down. His hands were at my waist. He slowly undid the two buttons holding my trousers up and then ever so carefully opening out the trousers, revealing my throbbing penis. I could feel his hot breath as his kisses got closer and closer. His hands were now caressing my groin. And then his breathing reached the tip. It was throbbing wildly; I hadn't a clue as to what was going on. My eyes were closed in a blissful trance. Emotions were flooding through every part of my body. I couldn't breathe or move. I could feel his moist lips just touch the tip of my penis. His tongue began to caress it and force the foreskin back leaving my moist penis exposed. His tongue raced around the edge. My back automatically arched upward thrusting my groin area higher and higher. His hands pressed my groin down with the tips of his fingers just gently playing on the tender parts of my groin. His lips opened up and his mouth began to slide down my shaft. I had an urge to thrust upward and forward, but he held me tight whilst his mouth and tongue played with my shaft making it twitch, thrust, and cavort wildly. One of his hands reached over my mouth at just the right moment as I began to squeal. My head was spinning; my body exploding my closed eyelids could not hide the exploding fireworks going off in my head, with claps of thunder diminished to zero by the squeals, shouts I tried to make through his hand covering my mouth. I bucked and gyrated in this exotic spiral of exquisite pleasure. He kept sucking and sucking even after my body could take no more. I lay there spread eagled with my mouth wide open, totally convulsed and devoid of any more pleasure. My head was still trying to recognize this new quixotic moment of pleasure and desire. He raised his head and slowly covered my quivering penis, and then my bare chest. Covering everything with the sheet. He wiped his mouth and then kissed me so tenderly. His lips tasted so salty but sweet. I was in heaven. He slid down beside me put his arm around my neck and slowly turned my face and placed it on his chest. He then began to caress the back of my neck with him intermittently kissing me there. His arms encased me and held me gently tight against his body as his caresses continued. This was beyond description beyond pleasure. I was held in a state of euphoria suspended in a miasmic cloud of passion and love. It had lasted an eternity which had collapsed instantaneously. He kissed and caressed me late into the night. I was totally exhausted and eventually fell asleep with him still kissing me. I dreamt of a utopian paradise of hands gently touching and feeling me. I woke to find a different very scene. Mark was up making a coffee having a cigarette and coughing his head off. As I came to he came across and kissed me on the forehead, and smiled "Enjoy it" "Oh yes," and I really meant it this time. Anyone who could create so much ecstasy has to be someone who you really love and I did. I was enthralled and just hoping he would quickly do it again. "You remember I told you there was a small problem well I think we should discuss it now." I waited expectantly. "They mistakenly think that you are my wife." "But I would have to be a girl not a boy." "Yes but just for a very short time it would be most helpful if you looked like a woman. Just think about how you enjoyed yourself. Do you think we would be given a double bed if they thought you were just a boy?" I had no answer, because I had never considered the situation. "Well I'll tell you and that is a very definite no. People like me, a teacher and scoutmaster, are not allowed to have contact like we had last night. So if these people think you are a boy, I am in serious trouble. Do you want that or do you want to enjoy yourself some more." I smiled and told him I wanted more. "Go and have a shower," he said "and use that scented soap." I had an erection whilst in the shower, as soon as the scented soap hit my nostrils. I was embarrassed. The more I tried to get it down the harder it got. I don't know how long I was in there but I was in a terrible state. Mark came in "How much longer are....Oh I see," He bent over and pulled me to him and he leaned over and his lips administered the magic touch. Within seconds I was trembling and shivering. I ejaculated shortly after. The hot water from the shower was still running down my back, but still I shivered as a gazed at some far off distant point. My whole world was spinning out of control. My breathing was laboured, and I was still shivering. Mark left me and came back with a large bath towel. He switched the shower off and then wrapped the towel around me gently patting my body to dry me out. He got a small towel and wrapped around my head, like a turban. "Come and let me hold you, Sweetie. I've always wanted you. I do love you," he said in whispers as he kissed me gently. "I've brought a few things with me to help with the allusion." I didn't respond, my head was just not working, but he set to none the less. "I'll comb your hair the opposite way and bring it forward over your eyes. I'll apply this red lipstick so that from a distance it will be obvious you are wearing some. I have a ring which we'll put on your finger to make it look as though we are married, and I have a small bra which we can put on and stuff it with a few pairs of socks. You can wear your trousers as normal but I've got you this big pink fluffy jumper which comes down below your fly in your trousers. I've also got a big wide black plastic belt with a gold buckle, which will enhance your waist. Last but not least I've got you a pair of shoes with a small heel." I didn't ask the why's or how's or anything I just let him put them on me. I felt nothing. "Just to finish it off I have a big silky scarf for you to cover up your hair apart from the little bit at the front.," He tied it tightly under my chin so that it would not fall or blow off "What do you think?," he said standing me in front of the mirror. I didn't really see anything, it was all a blur. "You just sit there Sweetie," he said as he packed the cases. "You go straight out to the car and just sit there. I will settle up with the landlord and be out to you as soon as possible." I did as I was told. I think I did pass someone in the corridor, but I just kept my head down and went to the car. I unlocked it and sat down waiting for Mark. My heart was racing although I didn't know why. I didn't know anything. Then to my horror a lady, presumably the landlord's wife started to walk towards the car. "Everything all right dear?" she shouted. I just mouthed the words "Fine thanks very much." She smiled and shouted, "Where to today?" I had no answer because I hadn't got the faintest myself. "Oswestry," I heard mark shout as he crossed the car park as quickly as possible. She shouted something back to him and then looked back at me as he got into the car. I handed him the keys and for once it started first time. We backed off and drove out waving to the lady. We drove about two miles up the road and then pulled into a layby. Mark leaned over "You're fantastic. I love you Sweetie," and kissed me full on my lips "Oh sorry I have smudged your lipstick. I'll get you the stick out of the case." He scrambled round to the boot and fiddled about until he returned smiling holding the lipstick. "I'll just remove the smudge and then do you want me to apply it or are you going to have a go yourself" He didn't actually mean that as he gave me the gold covered tube. "You'll have to move the mirror," and so I did and then I applied red wax to my lips. "You look gorgeous." I smacked my lips together as I had watched my mother do it. It was quite nice. "Oh those lips are meant for kissing," Mark said. "You've got me all worked up now" He lit a cigarette because he said he needed it. I was still trembling. "Do you want a cigarette," he said "It will calm you down. All the ladies smoke so I suppose it would help if you did," I never answered but he pulled out one of his and placed the end of it in my mouth and then lit it. It just dangled there with the smoke curling up. "Just suck it a little he said," So I dutifully did and then burst into a coughing fit. The cigarette fell onto the floor as I desperately tried to get rid of the smoke. "That was silly of me as they are full strength ones. I'll stop and get you some more ladylike ones" "I don't want any they are absolutely horrible." "Just try one of these on. I'll get you one and you try it. It will really improve your image." We travelled on and eventually got to Oswestry. Mark parked in a public car park, and suggested that I read a book whilst sitting in the car. By this time my head was beginning to work but not properly. Mark said, read a paper or book so I did. He was so much in charge, I knew if I did what he said we would be OK, but I began to wonder why I was sat here with a bra and scarf on wearing lipstick. Mark came back ten minutes or so later with a large brown paper bag. "Some goodies," he said. "I'll drive out into the country and then show you." We stopped in a country lane with the car parked in the entrance to a field. "I was walking past a jeweller's and saw this bracelet so I bought it for you. I think it looks so cute. He lifted my right arms and put it on clasping it shut and then fixing a very dainty chain. It was a silver bracelet, quite wide. "Looks good," he said satisfied "and now my piece de resistance some very mild pink cigarettes and a lovely holder. It was a slim black tube with diamante stone circling the end where the cigarette fits. It was about 4inches long. He opened the pack of cigarettes "Very expensive these," he said totally ignoring my indifference. "I don't want to smoke." "Everyone does. It makes you look odd if you don't. All grown up smoke and you do want to look like a grown up if you want to enjoy yourself, don't you?" Once again I was stumped. Even now sat in the car I wanted him to kiss and play with my penis. I desperately wanted him to suck on it. "Just think of it," he said as though he had read my mind "as though you are sucking on something else," he said with a huge leer across his face. I decided to give it a try. "Put it in your mouth and just hold the end of the holder and I will lit it for you, but just take a small breath in. Hold the smoke in your mouth for a few seconds and then just let it escape." It tasted totally different than his. I held the smoke for 3 maybe 4 seconds and then opened my mouth wide and just exhaled as the white plume of smoke billowed gently out of my red lips. I didn't cough but my head started spinning once more. "Gorgeous, you do that so well," he said as he put his arm around my shoulders and gently squeezed. "Again Sweetie." And so my life as a smoker started. "Keep your lips closed and gently blow it out through the tiniest opening," he said and as I did it. "That is fantastically sexy, you have me all worked up." Another kiss that felt so good. "Just lean your head back and let it drift out. Oh that is so good" After ten minutes of this the cigarette had burnt out. "Just press it down into the ashtray and then release it from your holder" I didn't know whether or not I had enjoyed it, but I knew mark had. He had got quite agitated when I exhaled the smoke. We sat back in the seats with his arm around me whilst his other hand held my right hand with the new bracelet on. "We will make a lovely couple and then our naughty things can continue," he said. "You do want that don't you." As I nodded he squeezed me a little harder and his lips once again pressed hard into mine, his tongue tingling on the tip of my lips and then plunging into my waiting mouth. "You taste so good," he said. I simply smiled. I didn't have to say anything, indeed I couldn't I was quite speechless. "I know of another hotel where we can stay tonight, have some fun and plan what we will do in the future. You'll enjoy that won't you? We can have our food in our room. That will be nice won't it?" I certainly wasn't objecting as I felt quite good. Then all of a sudden he turned the car around and we headed back into Oswestry, and once again pulled up in a car park. "Won't be long," he reappeared 15 minutes later carrying another bag. "Another goodie bag but you can't open in until we get into the hotel room." The bag was quite small so I was intrigued. It wasn't bulky so was unlikely to be a bottle. I was quite perplexed but enjoyed the thrill of someone buying me a present for no reason. We went to the village of Whittington, "Where Dick and his cat came from," said Mark laughing. I was again told to sit and wait in the car. Mark had timed it well again as it was getting dark. I looked out at the old ivy covered castle with its battered battlements looking forlorn against the dimming sky. "Keep your head down and follow me. If you can carry the last goodie bag that will be fine. I've put your washing things in with mine so we only need the one case." I did as I was told and followed him with my head down. We entered a quite crowded bar but within a second we had crossed it and had entered a quiet corridor which led to the staircase. Within seconds we had gone up the stairs and had entered a medium sized double bedroom with small windows overlooking the castle. Mark closed the door and pulled me to him "Give me a really big kiss my wifie." It felt quite good belonging to him. He was so strong and so in charge. I felt secure like I had never felt before. His hot breathing and kisses felt good. "Come on lets open this new bag." He motioned me to sit down on the edge of the bed. He sat next to me still enveloping my body with his strong arm. I gingerly opened the bag. All I could see at first was some red silk. Another scarf was my first impression but as I pulled it out I realised there were two separate items, both having arms. I held the first one up and it turned out to be a crimson silk robe, extremely thin silk body with lace trimming to the plunging neckline cuffs and hem. I stared at it. I didn't know what to say. "You will look absolutely gorgeous in it, but try the next one.," That was a crimson nylon diaphanous baby doll nightie that tied at the bust with a huge bow and then hung open from there down. It had a halter neck. "Try the last piece," that was a pair of deep cut crimson knickers with again a huge bow at the front just were the knickers plunged down. "For me?" "But of course. You will look fantastic in them. We haven't got an en suite this time so you will need to wear something if you have to go to the bathroom. "I can't go in those." "Of course you can. Why not try them on?" "Oh not yet, I haven't got my head around it ye." "Oh come on my lovely give me a kiss." We started kissing and cuddling and soon I was undressed, naked on the bed. He slowly started to pull the knickers up my legs. They were so silky and soft. The coolness made all my nerves stand on end as did my penis. "I told you, that you would like them and you do. Don't you?" As the knickers reached the top I realised that they were actually a thong so the thin material parted the cheeks of my backside as the side pulled up high on my waist, leaving the big crimson bow at the front supporting my throbbing penis. "Perfect fit," he stood back and admired his purchase. "Come Sweetie and stand up for me while I put the top on," He left the bra on and gently eased the silken mass over the top of my head until the neck straps tightened around the back of my neck and the bust arrangement fixed neatly around my chest with the bow being at the front. The body of the baby doll flared out slightly at the sides leaving my tummy bare. I was shaking once again as he wrapped the robe around my body. This time actually covering my penis even though there was now a large bulge. He rubbed his hand up and down my body. It was so smooth and electric. My eyes closed in anticipation. "Not yet my sweetie. Have a cigarette." I couldn't believe it, I was tensioned out about to scream my head off and he wanted me to have a cigarette. "It will calm you Sweetie" He gave me the holder and another pink cigarette. The flame from his lighter ignited the end of it. I sucked gently and held the smoke in my mouth and then slowly allowed it to escape. Mark moaned. It obviously turned him on. "Take your scarf off Sweetie," I had forgotten I had it on. "Oh yes that is so much better. Let me take a photo of you" I protested but he was in charge so I relented. He got his latest 35mm camera with a built in flash and started to take photos. "Drape one leg over the chair, blow the smoke out slowly, and so the instructions continued as he ordered me what to do. I complied even smiling when requested. Once the photos were over we got down to the serious stuff and soon I was in Shangri-La, with eyes closed, trembling and shivering as he played with my body. And then after my shuddering movement s passed away he once again encased my arms and body in his powerful arms "Do you love me?" he asked. "Mmmm," I replied. Then would you like to do to me what I have done to you. It seemed reasonable. Why should I have all that pleasure whilst he had none? I nodded "Put some more lipstick on sweetie." I was soon liking and sucking on his penis as he buckled and twisting his gyrating body followed by a huge explosion as the sperm was spat into the back of my throat. His tense body suddenly relaxed and slumped. I left his limp penis in my mouth as it deflated. He lay back on the bed staring at the ceiling. I then laid across his chest playing with his hair whilst he stroked my cheeks and lips. There was no need to talk indeed there was no way I could have done. I knew how happy I had made him. That made me feel very special. His stroking of my body was so light and tender as the silks and nylons enhanced the sensual pleasure. "I need a cigarette," he said as he kissed me. "I'll get you one as I'm sure you will need one too" I didn't but I didn't argue. I would do anything for him. He was sat up in bed smoking holding me extremely tightly against his chest. I was side onto to him to my left arm was trapped leaving just my right to hold my cigarette and in between puffs for my hand to rest on his torso. I began to notice that when my hand slipped lower his eyes closed, so I allowed my holder to scrape across the area between his belly button and penis. Not only did his eyes close but he started to make moaning noises. He was obviously enjoying it. He opened his eyes and stared at me. "You little vixen you. You have sucked me dry. There is no more. I can't do any more." I looked down at the top of his chest not wanting to look at him eye to eye. I knew he was enjoying every moment. I sucked on my cigarette and blew it slowly across his nipples. He definitely enjoyed that. He lifted my chin gently until our eyes met. He kissed me tenderly. "You are a vixen; I am going to call you Vickie. More kisses followed and more tender caresses. The hotel had quietened down when he suggested I might want to go on the toilet before bed. "I'll go into the corridor and make sure the way is clear," We crept out and I shot down the corridor to the toilet once he had given me the all clear. My robe floated out quite erotically exposing my baby doll and knickers. It was just as well nobody saw me, but it really thrilled me. Once I was back in the bedroom feeling giggly after the escapade and relieved we kissed and cuddled for quite a time. "You like being a woman don't you." I didn't answer but then there was no need. These clothes for want of a better word made me feel so sexy, so alluring. Every time he touched me the sensation were fantastic as my nerves screamed for more. I felt he was in control, and I would obey him. His arms encased my body into his. I felt so protected. Our fondling's continued on for quite some time before we both fell asleep exhausted. We woke quite early dressed as quickly as possible (The way I was yesterday) and left as early as possible, foregoing our breakfast, which had been paid for. "I noticed a caravan yesterday in one of the laybys selling tea, we will get some breakfast there. I think that whenever I am not in the car with you it would be easier for you if you kept your head down reading a magazine or something.," So he stopped and bought himself a Sunday paper and bought me a copy of Woman and Woman's Own. Then came the layby and the caravan and luckily it was open. I dutifully opened the first magazine and started to read as he went off for the teas. I quickly flicked through all of the pages. Most were adverts for cosmetics girdles and perfumes. There were articles on fashion and cooking. There was a story page, presumably an on-going story and gardening tips and flower arranging advise. Absolutely nothing for me. Mark came back with the teas and a bacon sandwich each. I started to eat mine ravenously because we had not eaten the previous night. "No no,," said Mark. "You are a lady now and you need to eat like one, trying not to smudge your lipstick. You have to eat daintily and slowly. Don't gulp your tea, you have to sip it. Just think about how your mother does it." Be like my mother! I loved my mum. How could Mark talk like that? I tried taking just tiny bites but it was difficult. I was starving the food was there and I really wanted to eat it. Nibbling just wasn't in my makeup. When I said that to Mark, he leaned over with a big Cheshire cheese smile, touched my hair with the back of his hand and told me that although it wasn't things had changed and it was now. I slowly devoured my bacon sandwich, and sipped my tea. Mark suggested I should try a cigarette. He was right it was rather nice. "Your lips sweetie, you need to do them". I certainly enjoyed the lovemaking and the dressing up but I wasn't too sure about having to nibble food and always keep messing about with the lipstick. "You'll get used to it and I'm sure you will enjoy it," he said reassuringly. We slowly started to make our way back home, still with me with a scarf on and a big fluffy jumper. Periodically Mark would tell me how good I looked and what fun we would have next weekend. "I'll try and get another goodie bag ready for you. You'd like that wouldn't you." It was a pleasant day; the sun was shining even though it was not particularly hot. I was a little tired. The gentle hum of the car engine and the tyres turning on the tarmac, the warm feelings I had remembering the last two nights and the feeling of being wanted and cared for made me feel extremely relaxed. "Yes," I replied, liking the idea that someone was going to buy me something because they wanted to make me look better. All my presents at Christmas and Birthdays were either toys, in my younger years but recently all presents were clothes for me to wear to go to school. I found nothing exciting about that. But Mark wanted to buy me goodies, whatever they may be, to make me look more desirable. I found that quite exciting. Just as the light was fading Mark found an entrance to a farmer's field where nobody could see us? I had a last cigarette and we kissed and cuddles for a while before I had to change. I had felt strange when he had put a bra on me and a fluffy jumper, but now I wiped the lipstick off my mouth and put on a course shirt, which wasn't comfortable to wear. I knew the feeling would soon pass off and I would return to my normal self, but it didn't. We got home and my Mum gave me a hug and called me Sweetie. "Bet you want a clean bath don't you dear." She was right and soon I was immersed in the hot water with clouds of steam floating around the bathroom. I blew as though I was smoking and watched the clouds swirl around in fascinating patterns. My mind switched onto my mum. What had Mark meant? I got dried and noticed that there was a pink ring around my body where the bra had dug in. Probably nobody would notice but to me it stuck out like a sore thumb. How could I explain the Mark? I couldn't was the simple answer. I decided to go past them in the lounge with the towel held a little higher, to cover the mark. My big question was would it then cover my lower parts. Possibly not, so I had to find another solution. There was only one and that was to rush through as quickly as possible. I did and nobody stirred. Mark was passing around his cigarettes and that had more priority than my naked body with a pink mark. It was cold upstairs so I was dressed very quickly. I sat down near to mum and just watched and listened. It was obvious that dad and Mark were quite enthralled when she spoke. She didn't say much but when she did they both listened. She held her cigarette differently than the men and indeed she smoked it differently. She puffed, whilst they took massive lungful. For the first time I noticed how her lipstick stuck slightly to the paper on the cigarettes and puckered just slightly as she removed it from her mouth. I had never noticed it before, but it was quite sexy the way she did it. Dad noticed me first and asked me why I was staring at mum. "Oh I'm sorry I'm a little tired." Mark sprang into action "We've done an awful lot today I'm not surprised he's tired out. Still next weekend we can pursue our quest for a summer camp a little more leisurely since it is a bank holiday, that's if it's OK with you and Paul doesn't mind spending another weekend with me." "I'm sure he will love it won't you Sweetie." "Where are you thinking of looking this time?" dad asked. "Church Stretton," answered Mark. "Never been there myself," said dad. "A bit further South than Shrewsbury." "You get yourself off to bed Sweetie," said mum. She spoke just after she had inhaled more smoke so as she spoke the smoke came out. Again I hadn't noticed before but the smell of her smoke was different than the mens. I could smell her lipstick. I wanted to reach up and kiss her. I also felt quite excited. "Goodnight," I said as I kissed my mum on her cheeks and not where I wanted to kiss her. I had never felt like this before. Dad and Mark said goodnight and then it was the lonely walk up the wooden hills. I put my pyjamas on. Rough and boring. I slipped down between the sheets and pulled the blankets up over my head. I felt myself and sure enough I had an erection. I tried rubbing it gently and then tried rubbing it hard, but it was not the same. Pleasant enough but not that passionate mind blowing, earth shattering, and warm loving feeling that Mark gave me. I played some more and all of a sudden there was just the briefest delight as my body convulsed, but it was a far cry from the feelings I sought. I lay back in bed and all I could see was my scarlet red robe floating in the wind as I ran down the corridor. My beautiful tight knickers that were high on my hips before diving down between my buttocks to come up in front of me with a huge silky crimson bow which held my erect penis so nicely. I tried hard to change the imagine, but all as I could see was mum's red lips encasing a white cigarette paper and then blowing scented white smoke out into my face. I felt so frustrated. When I woke up I was immediately disappointed lying on my own with these boring pyjamas on. School - I really didn't want to know. What was I going to say - I had a disappointing weekend looking at farmer's fields. Mum shouted that it was time to get up. I suddenly remembered the pink ring around my body was it still there. Thank goodness it had gone! My clothes were just the same as they ever were but somehow they upset me. I was not happy in them. I hadn't realised how nice the fluffy blue jumper was, but now I missed it. School dragged on without me paying attention to anything, not even my friends 'chatter. We played football at lunch time but my heart wasn't in it. We normally played football for 3minutes or so after school, but I was just not interested. I just kept on seeing my mum smoking. She really was sexy. I had never thought about it but Mark was right, she was fantastic. I walked home slowly. There was a short cut, a footpath that ran down the back of some of the house and cut a huge chunk off the journey. There was a waste piece of ground were all of the seniors who wanted to smoke ended up. I was walking through when I noticed several girls from a school adjacent to ours, secretly smoking. One of them a slightly overweight girl who I had seen but not noticed, shouted across, "Hi Paul, what yer doin." "Just on my way home." "Ye don't normally come home at this time." "No, I'm not feeling too good." "Come over here and we'll make you feel good," she said and all the others giggled "Thanks but I've got to get home." "What's up with ye, don't you fancy me." "No I'm not saying that, I just want to go home." She was now stood in the path barring the way home, or rather creating an obstacle. She puffed on her cigarette and blew it in my face. "Fancy one?" "No thanks," I said. "I'm wondering, girls if he's a bit of a puff, not fancying us." There was a muttering from her group of friends. "Give us a kiss and I'll let you go." She stood there slightly taller than me with her cigarette. I had always been taught to be polite to girls. "Just the one," I said regretting it as I said it. "Come on then." I leaned over and pecked her on the cheek. "You don't call that a kiss do you. You'll have to try harder than that, won't he girls?" There was a murmur of agreement. "Now do it proper or I'll get cross." I put my bag down, got hold of her shoulders and gave her a big kiss using my tongue to run along her lips. She grabbed me hard around the waist. "More," she whispered. I tried to pull back but it was too late her friends had moved around us and were squashing us together. She sucked on her cigarette and blew it in my face and said "More," I repeated my actions but as I was doing it her hand shot down the front of my trousers. Her friends were all running their hands over me at the same time. An erection was instantaneous even though I was not enjoying myself. She grabbed it harshly, without any feeling. "Well what have we got here. Not much but I suppose it's acceptable. More smoke from one of her friends was blown into my face and then one of the others stuck a cigarette into my mouth as my penis was pulled again and again. "Suck on it," I was told as my lips were immediately encircled by her lips not allowing me to expel the smoke. "They look lovely don't they. I had him down as a pansy, but perhaps not. Is it a big one Cissie" "Not big as in big but acceptable." I was coughing from the smoke. "Give us another one," she said as she pulled my penis closer to her. Someone was holding our heads together as another one suggested that Cissie should have a suck on another cigarette whilst still kissing me. My arms had been pulled behind my back and one of the girls was telling me to stroke her. She had forced my hand up between her legs. "Use your fingers luv." Cissie was yanking more and more on my penis whilst her friends held our mouths together forcing us to inhale more smoke. "Is he coming yet Cissie?" "Nah I think he is a faggot, we should have had some reaction by now." "He likes playing with my cunt and he is very good at it aren't you, said a voice from behind me into my ear. "I've had enough, he's no good to me," said Cissie as she removed her hand, nearly making my eyes pop out of my head as she yanked one last time. "Don't let him go, he's very good with his fingers. Oooh come on lover boy make my day, just a little more, Ooooh that's so good." She kissed me on my right ear "Thank you lover you were very good with your fingers, Where did you learn that?" "He's not much good as a man," announced Cissie. "Have you finished with him?" "Mmmm I think so." I was released and the group as one turned away from me. I staggered, my head was spinning. "It looks like you had a big effect on him Lyn," "Mmmm he had one on me that was so good. Come by again tomorrow and we'll see if you can do that again," she said over her shoulder with a very foxy smile on her face. "Well I won't be bothering him again," said Cissie. I staggered off down the footpath, there was a huge ache between my legs. My lungs felt retched from the smoke and my lips felt as though someone had hit them with a sledge hammer. That was not enjoyable at all. I was not happy. I couldn't, or rather didn't want to talk much. My friends started to stay away, particularly when I didn't want to play football. I kept away from the shortcut footpath as I certainly didn't want to be teased again. On Wednesday afternoon I asked the sports master to excuse me from doing athletics. Wednesday afternoon had always been my favourite day, playing sport, or even athletics. Luckily because I had never suggested that I didn't want to take part before he was quite happy to let me off. I was supposed to go to a spare room and do some studying, but instead I crept out of the school grounds and made my way to the local park. I sat on a bench not knowing what I wanted to do. At the end of the afternoon I was no further advanced. Thursday was another wasted day as my mind floated off on all kind of things but nothing to do with the lessons we were having. Thursday night was scout night, so I got changed and went, quite reluctantly, because I just didn't know what I wanted. Once there I didn't really join in. Mark immediately saw that I was not my usual self, and pulled me on one side. "Make sure you stay after the others have gone. I will give you a lift home and cheer you up." The evening dragged as we spent time playing games that I found boring. Normally games like killer ball made me jump for joy, because of my aggressiveness, but not tonight. I offered to help clean up, which nobody objected to, preferring to make a quick getaway. It was soon done. "I'll lock up you get in the car." We drove off, but not home. "What's up?" "Don't know I just feel off." "Have a cigarette you may be missing them," They were kept on a shelf at the front of the car so I was able to retrieve them easily. As always he was right. A few puffs and I did feel better. I had to keep low in the car so that nobody could see a scout smoking a cigarette with a holder. It just wouldn't have looked right, but as soon as we were out into the countryside I could sit up in the seat. We pulled up into the entrance to a farmer's field. He leaned over and kissed me. That made me feel much better. He kissed me several times and I really did feel much better. "We'll soon be together for a few days, but I must get you back home without delay tonight to avoid any suspicion." He dropped me off around the corner from where I lived. As the car drove off my spirits slumped again. Still things would improve tomorrow, or would they? Concentration on Friday was no better. Some of the teachers were beginning to notice and speak to me asking me what was wrong. "Nothing sir, I'm just not feeling to good," was my standard answer. At four o'clock in the afternoon Mark was once again waiting at the end of the school drive. Once again he had a huge Cheshire cat smile. "Come on we're off to Church Stretton, Sweetie." All my doubts came flooding back. Was I doing the right thing? "Have a cigarette, I've bought you another packet of the pink and of the black. I'm sure you will really enjoy that." In a way I suppose I knew I was doing something wrong, but Mark's enthusiasm and my weakness allowed me to continue. I lit a cigarette and slid back into the seat. "Won't be long my love, and we can start to change you. It needs to be a bit darker for some of the change. I've put some of it into a small suitcase, some into a new handbag, and some into my case. Just as a starter have a look in that box.," I leaned back and picked a hat box off the seat. I opened it to find a dark black silky wig with wavy hair. "I'll stop in this layby and you can put it on." Was thrilled, my heart was pounding my adrenaline running. Suddenly I felt alive. We pulled over. "Just feel it," said Mark. "It's beautiful and silky" He lifted it out of the box and placed it on my head. He twisted it slightly and pulled it back and forth until he was satisfied it was in the right place. It felt tight around my head and my initial feeling was that it was much too forward. He sat back "Wow you look fantastic" I lifted my hands and began to feel this sumptuous mop of hair now on my head. It felt fantastic. I felt it down to my shoulders and realised that it went further. "Oooh Vickie give me a big long kiss, you are beautiful, ravishing, and sexy." I smiled. This is what I had been missing all week. I had an immediate reaction down below, but just his adulation was sufficient.. I tried to look in a mirror but Mark said to wait for the rest of the transformation. We kissed and then we drove on. He muttered continuously about how I looked and how I would look in a short time. He told me he had bought a dress, a skirt and a blouse, and last but not least a pair of trousers. A new pair of shoes, a handbag, some stockings, some makeup and a special item which he wouldn't mention. "We need to get you changed but I'm not sure we are hidden away here," He got out and went for a walk around the car and had a good look over the hedges "It should be OK. Just put on the bra from last week, the jumper, which I have washed and that pair of trousers there. I'll stay out here to stay on watch and to give you a bit more space in there." It was true there was no space. Taking my shirt off was easy as was putting on the bra and jumper. Filling the bra was more difficult and of course I moved the wig, so that had to be readjusted. The difficult part was taking my trousers off and putting the new ones on. I had to tug and pull a fair bit before they were on. I had already taken my shoes off but trying to put the low heeled shoes on was difficult. Mark opened the door "Give me your old clothes and I will put them into a small suitcase I have. Are you all right," he said. "Yes I'm fine." "Evening," the voice so unexpected came from a man passing by on a bicycle "Oh evening!" replied surprised and with a guilty voice. He slowly disappeared down the road. "I just don't know where he came from, but here's your handbag. Put the jewellery on and some lipstick." I took the leather bag which had quite a few different items in it. Packets of cigarettes, stockings, holder, bangle, clip on earrings - two pair one large drop ones whilst the others were just a simple pearl on a fastener. There was a compact case, some other jars of makeup creams nail polish, wedding ring, some knickers. I didn't know where to start. I put on the pearl earrings. The clips were quite tight and I certainly knew I had them on. The bangle went on next, although I had problems with the safety chain because my hands were shaking that much. I decided that that was enough so I put on the lipstick. It felt so wonderful putting it back on. I hadn't realised how much I had missed that feeling of my lips being so smooth and silky. It was an adorable experience. Last but not least I put the wedding ring on. "Are you ready yet, we need to move on?" "Quite ready. Can I use your lighter please," I had got a cigarette out and my holder. The flame shot up and he held it across to the end of my cigarette which was shaking about a fair bit. I held the holder with one hand and his hand holding the lighter with the other one. In that way I was able to steady both enough for me to light it. I expelled the smoke and watched it curl up into the roof of the car. My nervousness disappeared just as the smoke had. "I need to stretch my legs and to see how I look." He muttered something but I knew I had to pull the trousers right and to adjust the jumper. Stretching my legs would also be a pleasure. I clambered out still holding my cigarette and moved just a few steps. I adjusted my trousers. They were tight around my waist, but baggy around my hips. I pulled the jumper down to try and hide that. My ears hurt. I had a few puffs and then casually walked round to Mark's side "What do you think?" "Gorgeous." His nervous tension seemed to dissipate. He leaned over and gave me a big kiss. It was fantastic to be kissing him in the open air not worrying about anyone seeing us. We got back in and set off again. He got out and bought some fish and chips. We started to eat "Daintily," he said, and once again I had to start thinking about what I was doing. After making good my lipstick we set off again. "Just talk to me will you. There's something wrong with it and I don't know what it is" I carried on talking and he listened. I was talking rubbish because very quickly I ran out of conversation. "Your voice sounds OK but there is just something wrong." "I'm not trying to talk like a woman and I am not trying to talk with a high pitch, because I don't think ladies talk like that" "You're right, but there is something. Ladies talk a lot more. They use more adjectives. They talk softer and don't raise their voices. I think that it is the problem." "But if I talk more it will just be rubbish." "True but women do talk rubbish to us, but not to them." It was true my mother could talk for ever about absolutely nothing whereas dad just muttered a few words. "You need to talk more like your mother." It was very late at night when we arrived so Mark went in and sorted the room out and I followed carrying just my handbag and a paper bag containing bits and pieces. Mark carried the case which contained both his and my clothes. The landlady shouted from the bottom of the stairs questioning whether we were all right. I thanked her and she wished me goodnight. That was my first encounter without a scarf on. I felt really pleased. A few grunts later from Mark as we entered our room was all that was required before I realised what a lovely place it was. The walls were covered in blue cornflowers whilst the curtains were in a golden velvet. The bed was also covered in white and gold trimmed blankets and pillows. There was a his and hers double wardrobes, a chest of drawers and a lovely French polished dressing table with a big oval mirror. Off the bedroom was an en suite with a shower toilet and wash basin. Huge white with gold trimmed fluffy towels were laid out for us "What do you think?" said an exhausted Mark "Lovely, absolutely gorgeous. I've never been anywhere like this." He came across and kissed me. "Time for a shower, I'll put your things away so you can have a surprise in the morning. You get in the shower and I'll sort your things out." The first thing I needed to do was to remove the wig. It had been itching for quite a while. The relief was fantastic. I hung it up on a small mirror. I soon was undressed and luxuriating in the hot shower. Mark had suggested I should u