After what seemed hours, the two little boys were still rolling down the surrounding hills as the sun was going down. In fact, they never again exchanged blows but became the best of friends.
Today it is more than 50 years later, and their friendship has endured time and distance.
I laughed trying to make a joke of my embrassment, inwardly I wanted to cry.
‘Why don’t you take it out and stroke it for me and I will watch.’ ‘No, I thought you were freaked out about masturbation.’ I replied.
That night in the Caravan she cooked me a light supper and poured me a glass of red wine, it was still warm and she wore a dressing gown tied tightly around her waist with nothing underneath.