‘Jacob and I are very drunk. We sneak into the Garden of the Buckingham Palace and go to the little lake. We undress each other and swim naked. We smirk and kiss passionately. His kisses are deep and with such love, that I melt in his arms. We go back to the shore, where we make love in the moon shine and everytime I moan too loud, Jacob slaps my thigh and whispers in my ear: “Do you want that the guards hear us love? I know you enjoy this, but be silent or you won’t enjoy it longer.”’

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