Weekends got more exciting when her best friends Maria and Miranda would visit, they'd party up in NYC and sleepover at Katie’s, most times more tha... one night.But tonight Katie wasn't in the mood for catching up on collage work or TV. Lazing on the couch, she left her fingers wander into the unknown, soon her Victoria Secret Night dress was around her hips. She let her fingers sooth her mind, one stroke two strokes, it was hard to resist. Faster and faster her heart pounded and the sounds of. She grinned and said "Can I come and watch but I have no desire to be part of the action at all, I just really want to watch". I asked her if she was sure, she nodded again. We sat for awhile and then I suggested that she takes pictures and videos for me. She laughed and said why not.We got back to the motel around 1.00pm and we were quite drunk. On the Saturday morning I rung my friend Dave the large rugby guy. I explained that my friend will be coming along and she is 100% not to be touched. She yelled back from the shower. (I had soap on my body for so long, it was drying up and I was beginning to itch!) She said as she continued to wash.“Acha…” (Ok) I was going to continue as she cut me off:“Haan lekin theek tarah se dhula nahi…” (Yeah but I can’t wash it off right). Why had she thrown that in? I ignored the comment and went ahead with the task at hand:“Ma mein ladder pe char ke try karta huun.” I said. (Ma I am going to climb the ladder and try now.)“Haan theek hai. “ she. And I’ll have you know it is average size for my height.” She blinked as she read this aloud, looking to me for interpretation. I shrugged. “He is very short, yet even then, it is VERY small.” Laughter rippled through the village. * Silence was brief. The next sound was that of the thunderous march of too many men. I could not help but tremble a little here. There were not enough traps. There were not enough warriors. There was no way for everyone to hide or flee. Surely we would be wiped.