Nomad

Peter Meadows was a loner. He was rather small, ultra shy and had never had a girl friend. He never had many male friends come to that. He was now twenty three and was still a virgin. He had just started his holidays and was double checking his camping equipment. He carried this out with meticulous attention. He went out to his people carrier and opened up the tailgate. Hurrying backwards and forwards, he did not take long to fill the car up. He locked the house up, told his neighbours where he was off to and drove off. ...