[Pedro the Fisherman]

The remaining hour or so was filled with discussion and the mill and hug session that you were allowed to look at people's bodies, without feeling a pervert...some hope, in my case. M was seemingly more at ease with this, she had shed her modesty bundle and excepted hugs from anyone who asked. I remember thinking that we might have got over the worst of her fears.

That evening after a very pleasant dinner, chatting to Orla and her husband, M and I adjourned for a coffee in the common room. Second night entertainment seemed more muted than last time, just a few younger members dancing to odd music. No nudity this time, or at least was aware of! The witch joined us for a while, but went up early as she had some ‘stuff’ to do in her room. M wondered if that stuff might be associated with her demo, that afternoon!

We all went up about 20 minutes later, I spent some time alone in my bed thinking of the day. Before long, I was aware of an erection that needed attention! Getting tissues out of my case, I ran through the events, as they had happened. Me sitting naked in front of a clothed M, the witches breasts, M and the witch fully nude, the group hug, my cock touching M's bush (and her realising it) and the witch on the point of public masturbation...ugh! I'd come and very messily too. The witch scene had done it, I must get her for a detailed look tomorrow in the ‘doctors and nurses’ exercise. I was just finishing mopping up below (I'd kept my underwear on, to avoid messing the sheets) when there was a knock on the door...shit, not now! “who is it?” I called “its me" came M's voice. Push it, I think it’s open.

The door opened and in came M, “sorry, you're already in bed" she said. “nothing much else to do" I replied, hoping the aroma of fresh semen was not escaping the thin bedcovers! “I need to talk to you” sitting on the bed opposite. “When I got back the witch was at some form of shrine, with candles and stuff. How she didn't set the smoke alarms off, I don't know" “ was she praying or casting a spell?” I joked. M didn't smile the latter I think, she folded some paper up and sealed it with candle wax".

“spooky, so she really is a witch" I chuckled. “that's not what I came to tell you" she looked troubled. “the witch finished by packing up her altar, then sat on the bed and gave me a blow by blow of what we will be doing tomorrow.
I have to ask you if it's true!

She said we all have to show each other our private parts in great detail and with a bloody torch, then everyone gives each other a bath then gets kissed from head to foot"

“agh” I said, “does sound a bit bad when you say it like that" I mumbled. “so it’s TRUE then?” her ‘troubled’ look now becoming ‘horrified’ by the second. “well sort of, some of it is true, but it's incredible when you do it" I replied, hoping to encourage her to grasp the challenge.


“ I don't think I could do the first bit with a stranger and I know I couldn't do it with you! I'd never be able to look you in the eye again, knowing you'd stared at my ‘bits and pieces’ down there". Seeing your 'thingy', not to mention having it pushed against my tummy was bad enough today".

I was tempted to say “it wasn't your tummy" but thought better of it. “you can opt out of anything, remember” I pleaded. “at least I know the witch wasn't winding me up to get her hands on you" she replied “ I felt her playing ‘footsie’ with you after her little show. I sighed “ she's just a flirt, get a good night's sleep and we will discuss this at breakfast. If you want to leave after then, I'm happy we bale out of the course. You're very brave to have joined in today, I don't want one more day here to ruin or friendship”.

She agreed and left, feeling very guilty (specially remaining in bed the whole time, when I should have been giving her a hug) I tried to sleep. I was still awake when my roommate returned at what seemed like 4 am!

As soon as I saw M at breakfast, I knew she had made up her mind. Now, dressed as when she arrived she came straight over and said “take me home please”. I got up and hugged her, she held me tight and pulling back could see she was crying. I found a helper and he said we should both see a facilitator first, this I felt odd, but said I pop back after I'd packed. Various people chatted to M, obviously concerned by her appearance.

About 20 minutes later we were ushered into the room of the old lady facilitator. I explained M's reluctance to go on, knowing what the day would include. To my surprise she started to have a go at me, for breaking confidentiality of HAI! M interrupted and said it was another woman who told her (avoiding giving a name) and she calmed down. “I think you both could learn so much today if you have the courage to stay" she said. M said if she could stay in her room, she was happy for me to continue. I then said “no, I'll drive us home, we can stop for a nice Sunday lunch on the way" M smiled and said “that sounds nice". The old lady told us that we missing something wonderful, but wished us a safe journey home.

As I waited for M to visit the ‘ladies room’ several people came up and gave me a hug, the word had spread that we were baling out.

I hoped to see the witch, but there was no sign of her in the hallway. When three people went into the room, I caught sight of my last look inside the ‘room of love’ and wondered what might have happened that day.