By now, I knew I HAD to quit myjob.I went about quitting my job over the phone, saying that I'd received anoffer of better employment elsewhere and I ...ouldn't turn it down. Theydemanded that I put it into writing, then have me wait 2 weeks before Icould receive my P45*. I phoned up the man and explained my position. Hetold me not to worry about it. My appearance was improving - my face wasdefinitely looking softer. Even the body hair was failing to grow back,at least the dark hair anyway. I. As soon as I looked up, Galatea came walking back to camp from around the corner. She had nothing on except her camp hat. She was carrying her clothes under her left arm. She walked in a playful leisurely way. Her tits bounced with every step, and I could feel my cock instantly begin to stiffen. I pulled the camera back up to my face and started shooting her. “Damn, girl. You are more beautiful than this scenery.”“HAHAHA,” she blushed, “There is no way that is the truth, look at this. Can you. I quickly walked toward the back, trying to ignore how creepy the dining room was now that it was empty and dark. The doors swung open roughly, the bright yellow light was blinding but comforting. The sound of a gentle bass poured from the speakers, replacing the loop of classic hell that played all day long and I smiled. She was making this restaurant all hers and that made my heart race. "Did you ever realize how damn quiet it truly is when everyone is gone" I questioned, leaning casually. Ken never left his friend'shouse, never logged onto the internet, and he made no calls. To hisknowledge, his friend had told no-one that he was staying there. At theend of two weeks, Ken had no idea what he would do. He had no idea wherehe should go and turning himself him was not an option, he would not beable to survive prison.Ken estimated that he had 30 minutes before he would need to leave thehouse. He had no idea what he would do. He did the only thing that hecould do. He prayed. He.