But no-one was interested in me; the Police spoke to me briefly but only to establish that I hadn’t seen anything. XXX I felt his neck; there was a pulse from his carotid artery – a feint one but a pulse at least. As I bent down to touch his battered and bruised body, I feared the worst. Suddenly, there was no need for shared bodily warmth, as I was shedding sweat by the bucket-load! I had a bottle of water which I made him sip and I also had some chocolate in my pocket – always a good source of energy and nourishment, so I gave him that to eat. Gently, he unbuttoned my jeans and lowered them to the floor; and then his face buried itself in my groin. My Scotch was
