Stan was a complete stranger to her, in fact she couldn’t even see his face and he was going to be touching her sex; his fingers would be touching h...r intimately, Hazel was at his mercy. Rod wasn’t away very long and when he came back he was quiet in returning to the bedroom. Stan was almost done. Hazel was lying back with knees raised and thighs spread wide as Stan carefully worked on her labia. Rod leant against the doorframe watching; wondering what was going through her mind. She would be. At night, suddenly my phone beeped. I checked and found a WhatsApp message “Hiii”. It was Kriti. I too replayed the same.Me: Why didn’t you call me?She: SorryMe: It’s ok. No problem.She: ☺☺☺What are you doing now?Me: Listening music?She: Which music do you like most?Me: Bollywood.She: Bollywood & western, both?Me: I don’t like western music.She: OooohhhhhMe:?Our chat continued for two hours till 02:00 AM. Next evening, it was raining heavily. Only 10 students were there in our tutorial class.. . and I gave you a kiss this morning before we left the cabin.”“And you expect me to live all day on one kiss in the early morning? Gads woman! What sort of saint do you take me for?”Opal Anne smiled and leaned over to give me the kiss I was fishing for. She pulled back and sat upright in her saddle and smiled at me. I was about to say something when we both heard the loud snap of a breaking branch. Her head snapped around to find the source of the sound. There, in the brush, a dozen or so. Now let's get off to what's-his-fuck's lab to see what great shit we can get to use for this caper."They got up to make their way to Queue's lab. "Did you enjoy the film last night?" Don asked Giselle."Oh, it was perfect," she answered. "But what was that all about with the antlers? I didn't get that." Well, you see, that was the whole ironic point of the story, Giselle. It was a physical manifestation of the neurosis plaguing the main character throughout the plot." Oh. I just thought they.