. . .p>When he needed to strip my skirts away he took them over my head and released one arm at a time to free them. This time I helped him out of sheer fear as the skirts were covering his face and he was not only riding bareback through the forest at full gallop, but he was blinded by the cloth over his eyes. As my skirts flew up and behind us, I realised that the rest of the band were following us and one of them caught the discarded clothing as it flew from my captor's hands. I began to wonder where we were going at such speed and what would happen when we got there. I need not have wondered about my fate when we reached our destination, because the next trick of my captor was to stand up on the back of his horse and strip off his own baggy trousers which were thrown to the winds as my clothes had been. I had never seen a naked man before and I stared at the hairy belly and protruding truncheon before my eyes. Absurdly, my thoughts were of how funny he looked in his brimless hat which w. . .