Holiday in the South of France

Sunday

Holiday in the South of France

Sunday
My head hurt. I could only face coffee (in one of those big bowls that the 
French drink out of) for breakfast. Jon told me to wear a 'respectable' 
dress, which was okay by me, I didn't much feel like flashing anyone.

Instead of going over the Channel we went under it. I was impressed as 
to how quick it was. I was just starting to feel almost human again when 
we arrived back home.

Just to end the perfect holiday with a perfect fucking (well as perfect as 
a machine can give), Jon made me (ha!) spend an hour on the fucking 
machine (read my Journal) before going to bed. He had to just about 
carry me to bed afterwards.


Well, that's how our holiday in the South of France went. I have other 
experiences that Jon has told me to document. I'm sure that Jon will get 
me to publish all of them on my web pages as and when he's read them 
and is happy with them.

Love 

Vanessa