Staring at the slow moving cars as she looked out the window, the neon lights of the billboards nearby reflecting harshly onto her face, her mind was ...apidly churning over the upcoming days over and over. She knew she should sleep and make sure she had plenty of energy for tomorrow, but her mind wouldn’t let her body calm down and relax. Tomorrow she was going to be thrust into ‘Survivor: The Australian Outback’ with 15 other total strangers, all hoping to ‘outwit, outplay & outlast’ each. Today, it's unseasonably warm, but stormy. Rain trickles down the window panes, and the muggy heat in the pool area is almost stifling. But Anna keeps her sweater on for fear of exposing her nipples, which can't possibly be so hard from the cold. She shifts uncomfortably, the wetness in her panties moistening the metal bench below her, a patch of steamy warmth. Then suddenly - she stands up, smoothing her denim skirt. She slowly makes her way down the condensation-covered concrete steps. In. The rest of the day we all kept our distance- rather I kept away from them. That evening we made our way to the pub for a meal, as Chris was buying I ordered myself a bottle of wine. I drank half of it before the meal arrived, and felt a little light-headed. I excused myself and went outside for some air. I found a dark spot, away from the windows, and gazed at the stars. I heard the door to the pub open and then swing shut, then footsteps behind me. My heart sank, thinking it was Mike, or. She was devastated, and was fortunate that her husband took her back after this indiscretion, but their relationship has never been the same. I was not happy to hear about Melissa’s misfortune. She was a sweet girl and deserved better. We all did. Needless to say it proved to me that there was nothing to be gained by prolonging my on-line, on-phone relationship with the famous-billionaire-what’s-his-name-no-good-telephone-conquistador. However, he would be a tough habit to break. I could still.