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A few hours after losing my virginity we all went to Edinburgh Castle, where this picture was taken. Her previous boyfriend, whose name was something like Denis, was the leader of a Hell's Angel chapter. Our relationship lasted several weeks, during which she soon learned that if she said the magic words "I thought I saw Denis and his mates over there," it was a handy way of getting me to do what she wanted.



My initiation had taken place in my bedroom. She and I were in my bed, while from the next bed my room-mate interviewed me on my impressions of the experience, so that I had to keep up a running commentary. He was in love with her but she wasn't interested, although their relaxed body language in the picture below suggests otherwise.



In the morning, when the landlady knocked on the door with a cup of tea, there was a mad scramble to hide my lover in the wardrobe.

It wasn't till a week later that she and I made love without an audience, and I found myself kind of missing the suppport of a third party. At least he had kept the conversation going.

I have avoided identifying her, and am even considering applying pixellation, just in case she sees this, and is still in touch with Denis and his Angels.