Any inhibitions they might have had went down the drain with the swirling water. Sharon felt as if she could climb onto a stage and fuck a total stran...er in front of an audience. She just might try JUST THAT, some day. She already knew she enjoyed having other people watch while she got fucked, so, SO WHAT if it was a stranger. It would, probably, feel just as good. Maybe she would talk Dave into going to the nude beach, and then letting anybody that wanted to, fuck her. Dave enjoyed watching. Their latrine was nothing but a pit which the POWs had dug for themselves using their bare hands. Their cooking facilities were some open fires, but that wouldn't last long, because the loose firewood would be used up pretty soon. After that, their meals would consist of cold mush. Sleeping conditions were ridiculous, all POWs slept on the ground, catch as catch can.Loosely, Dick's plan was for the humans to approach in rubber boats after dark, capture the camp from the guards, and pull the. She’d finally declared herself as a Communication Arts Major with a focus in Radio-Television-Film. She had some courses to make up because her first term had been exploratory.And Char had met with her adviser over the break and had been encouraged to enter the Integrated Master of Accountancy program. When she’d explained her circumstances, the adviser had really gone to bat for her and got her some more financial aid. That really relieved some of the economic pressure she was under, but she. I had my life going on.Out of some innate loyalty to my dad, I shrugged and said, “She’s his assistant, mum. She’s gonna go away with him. It’s just work.”She scoffed at that, rolling her eyes. “I’ve seen his emails,” she said. “He thinks he’s deleting them from his account but doesn’t realise they stay in the trash folder for a few days.”I felt anxiety clutch at my guts as I said, “You check his email?”She nodded, shrugging. “Yes. It’s proof.”The anxiety ballooned to fear of the future. If my.