#263592 - I will meet a stranger…thrills went down my back…his hands were down my back…my hands rubbing his back and down…”Who can explain it? Who can tell you why?” Those beautiful words of the song…and our hands on each other: who can explain it? Not the words but the feelings, just now, in the wilderness, in Paradise…the sacred falls…his hands on my back…I shouldn’t…I wouldn’t…but I was…I was hot…his terribly hot hands on me…stroking, stroking…I didn’t know what would happen next but they did. But chatting led to other things so I was shy and coy and didn’t answer. What an asshole! I think he liked the whole scene…I thought he might even have planned it…”This wasn’t my idea, honest,” he said.