it's quick, because I need it, faster and faster, harder, rubbing the front of my sex through the denim. His lips are on my breasts, it’s amazing. His fingers are concentrating on a single point, rubbing and pushing, until I climax, I quite suddenly feel much better. “Thank you.” I manage breathily.
“There's more where that came from baby.” He breathes into my neck, sending renewed shivers all over me. With something now to look forward to I am able to concentrate on my surroundings, it’s all about me when I feel like this, later, it’ll be our surroundings, and Daniel. Kurt and Liza appear suddenly out of breath, have they been running? Hmm… To break my spell of fear, and a little guilt too, as I try to cope and share this space with more people. I take several very deep breaths to calm my erratic heartbeat. “Wowza!” Kurt exclaims and lights up a very powerful torch. I feel a little better with more light. “This place is an incredible find, look at the stalactites,” and we all look at the sparkling damp protrusions some a man height in length, the space is huge. Dry outside, damp in here, wouldn’t my Mum warn me about draughts or some such thing?
Stan follows the professor in and we all collect together in mutual awe at our discovery. Kurt begins to sing the ice cream commercial TV version of Nesum Dorma, to demonstrate the acoustic properties of the cave. And we all agree it sounds incredibly good, and Kurt can sing. Liza looks so impressed, she reties her pony again with a shampoo commercial swish.
“The carvings on the doorway,” offers the professor rolling his eyes at Kurt, “are a welcome and a warning.” He adjusts his glasses as is his habit, “the sort of thing that goes hand in hand with sacred burials, religious temples or tombs of the long revered dead.” He seems frustrated, but as he looks around I judge that he’s wondering how Lonnie Donnigan would sound in here. “Often folklore prescribes a fear based myth” the professor continues, “which in addition to keeping the stories being told beyond living memory, creates the illusion of an Armageddon type catastrophe should the bonds of secrecy be broken and the important symbolic artefacts and places plundered. It's all quite normal, so scared by their gods, the tombs are left untouched for many centuries,” he lectures to no one in particular.
What can you say to that? Tea?
We are all wondering whether we've bitten off more than we can chew when Kurt pipes up in his relaxed and casual demeanour. “It's just an adventure, like the scouts orientation badge Danny, only in a faraway land.” He makes it all sound so simple. It’s a knack of his I suspect, and my elevated heartbeat begins to slow down.
“Let’s camp in here for the night people,” offers Stan. Thank goodness for him, I could hug him right there and then, but I don't think he'd like it, not one little bit.
“I’ll gather some dry mesquite and we can start a fire,” I say betraying my trepidation, thankful for a physical job to keep my brain occupied. “I’ll pass out the rations, we can eat outside and watch the sunset.” Everyone loves that idea, I knew they would, we set our sleeping arrangements on the stone floor and our fire outside.
TC: “It’s hot here and the country is incredibly beautiful” throw a bone.
EC: “Hope you packed sunscreen, at least warp-factor 40” we love star trek references in the Charles family, real or invented.
TC: “I’m fine Mum, I’m having a great time” wish I hadn’t bothered.
EC: “Are you getting on with your new boss OK, you’ve spent lots of air miles with him already, don’t groan, I’m your Mother?” Be very careful.
TC: “He’s very nice Mum, we get on fine” be even more careful.
EC: “Remember I’m the only one in this family blessed with good judgement” I can’t believe it.
TC: “That’s probably true” I give up.
EC: “Got to go, be careful, and if you’re having meetings remember to tidy yourself up, even in Peru, there’s no excuse for tardiness” it never ends.
TC: “Bye Mum Txxx”
How long for that kettle to boil do you think?
Chapter twenty-seven, Saturday:2ndnovember2013, underground
I of course sleep outside.
Daniel and I zip our sleeping bags together and make a little nest inside the cave, but I can’t relax, even with him sleeping beside me, through the nervous chatting inside my head enough to shut my eyes,