[rubbishdate]

Following on from where i had left off, Fiona had said we weren't finished by a long shot. As it turns out she was on an exploration of sexual induglence. Her past life as a married woman was boring and incomplete, her ex husband was dead from the waist down and dead to her in memory. she wanted to be known as a sexual vibrant woman from now on. Free to pick and choose and do whomever she liked where and when. This was her caper now, i can either join in or get lost.

Mandates and rules, sexual inhibitions count me in! she wanted it everywhere in every orrifice in every open space you could think off. That first day and night was spent having sex or not having sex, next morning we took to the road. I parked my bike in her garage and used her car as we'd too much gear for the bikes. Tent clothes cooking equipment sleeping bags video equipment and food, we didn't know where we were heading. North west sounds good lets go there. North south east and west, no sooner pitching a tent we were at it before the last peg was driven into the ground.

An old slag heap beside a power station, a layby a forest an old abbey. On a seaside pier and in the sea. By the end of the week i was walking like John Wayne with a severe case of piles. The only thing we stopped short of was doing it in a graveyard. After 6 days we ran out of steam and road and headed back to hers. I made a fatal mistake but maybe it was for the best, she made dinner and at the table i said i could get used to this. she told me 'if i think i'm stretching my feet out under her dinner table i'm in for a shock'. Ahm time for me to go i think, we parted with a hug that's all.

It was without doubt the best week of my life, hedonism with a capital H. I often think back to Fiona and our time together and i hope she's doing well for herself.