She knew the difference between fantasy and reality even if she did indulge in fantasy with her stories. Brimstone was so unlike anything she ever encountered in the male population, notwithstanding she had much experience past her own and the ton of research on the male mind. They were herded into boats and taken out on the muddy, Adelaide River to see some of the crocodiles. Brimstone and Slade took it all in their stride, apart from Brimstone acting like superglue. At each stop, he would hold her hand, or have his arm around her hip as they viewed large termite mounds, many of them looking like tall, grey tombstones, all facing north in the Northern Territory sunlight. He never missed an opportunity to touch, or stroke any part of her body, keeping her on the edge of her arousal. Her nipples were tight and hard, and she swore her panties were soaked through. She knew the smug bastard was well aware of what he was doing. Thankfully, when they reached the lunchtime stop, the Wangi waterfall and swimming hole, she managed to break away from him, heading into the ladies' bathrooms to change into a swimsuit.
