”We kept our “friends” staked out though gave them some water and removed their gags for a short while. I had Charles and Melissa keep watch ove... them. Their instructions were to shoot to kill. If in doubt, shoot, don’t think about it. Dead prisoners, I explained, were okay while dead friends weren’t. Pam and I walked down the road heading toward the center of Bartlett such as it was. We kept off the road and watched and listened for any sights or sounds. When we started to hear sounds, we were. Da wird keiner Misstrauisch.Ein ganz durchschnittlicher Tag. Etwas mit den Freundinnen quatschen, mit den Jungs flirten und rumalbern:))) was ein Mädchen eben so macht in der Schule. Doch dann kommt der Knall der alles verändert...... Nach dem schwimmen gehe ich in meine Umkleidekabine. Ich frage mich schon wieso meine Tasche auf ist. Meine Unterwäsche ist weg..... na toll. Aber egal ziehe ich eben den Bikini darunter. Da fällt mich eine sd Karte auf mit einem Klebezettel...... darauf steht:. M., I went to check their room again. The curtains were closed this time but there were more than enough gaps to peek inside. The lights were on dimly and I could see they were kissing again. I tried to stay calm for the moment and regard the scene as if it didn’t concern me. This way I hoped to be able to take more photos without having to puke or to run away.This plan went down the drain when I had to witness her starting to undress for him. It was a slow, sensuous striptease which hurt me. Mostly, we would fuck at my place, he would spend so much time pleasuring me. But soon, I couldn’t help my guilt. He let it slip that his wife have asked him if he was cheating, that she sensed that something wasn’t right. Women have intuitions. I stopped and thought – what if this was my husband? I can’t help it, I’m not the cheating type…and yet here I am. Swear – this will be the last time. Chris called to see me for the last time. For a month now, I have been letting him know I have to end.