I quickly changed the sheets, not that Chelsea hadn't had ample time to look for herself in the past 9 hours. I excused myself to the kitchen to wash...my hands, and had her lay face down to start. Unfortunately for me, the light of day obscured my view of her getting onto the table. As I got to the table, it appeared she still had on her bikini. Damn. But it was still hot as hell, so I assumed it was to not use the sheet to be cooler. I pushed play on the CD player and the hour started.I. Dad was moved out of a private room into a semi-private one to save thecost private rooms demanded. Mom was very worried about how long theinsurance would last before she had to dip into their savings. I think myfather liked being with someone he could talk to while he recuperated,other than my mother. Since the room was no longer private my mother wasgoing to return home and would visit every other day. The best part ofthat was I would join her to visit my father but as Amanda. I liked thatI. " She turned and stepped back into the woods."Oh shit! Oh shit...!" Angela began to cry. I wanted to say something that would calm her down, but I knew she was right. Oh shit was an understatement. We began to dress even though we were both still a wet, sticky mess. And Angela continued crying. I felt like crying too. The woods that had seemed so beautiful a few hours earlier now stood in stark contrast as we made our way back to Aunt Millie's. Before long we were standing in the front yard.. This was followed by a BEEP BEEP of an incoming text. “It’s mummy, what do you want for your tea”. The guy holding the phone played with the phone then said “I’ve texted back that you have already eaten!”. Now, if you don’t want these pictures sending out, you will do all me ask. “okay, okay, anything” “make like you mean it” “I looked up at the pack leader from under my lids, pouted and said in a husky voice “Use me and abuse me, that is what I want” With that, I was dragged to my feet, my wet.