#244457 - As I looked in their direction, I noticed one of them was proudly showing the others a medallion of some sort and my stomach suddenly turned over when I realised what it was. 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. He was right; it was a beautifully clear, romantic night as we stood in the cold night air, gazing up at the stars and pointing-out to each other the constellations and their major stars; the unmistakable “W” of Cassiopeia high in the north-east; the brightness of Arcturus in the west and above us, Deneb, Vega and Altair, the stars of the “Summer Triangle”; and of course, the “Plough”, Ursa Major, the “Great Bear” and its pointer to the Pole Star, Polaris.