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I was tempted to make a remark along the lines of his feeling cooler if I were to divest him of his Arran sweater and heavy kilt but I thought the better of it – for now at least. There was little else I could do in the dark, with no first aid kit. He had on a chunky Arran sweater and he had a large tumbler in his hands with about half-an-inch of what looked like Scotch in the bottom. We returned to our embrace, kissing and hugging; my hands now following the contours of his hairless back, his spine and then at last, his bum, still covered by his kilt. As I bent
