“I’m okay, Jake.” She said as I helped her take off the air tank.Looking at the tank and hose, we both saw my spinner had ripped a large hole. I...quickly told her I’d pay for a new one and she reassured me that she had an extra one as she slipped the fins off her feet. We looked at each other and you could tell this was not something that happened accidentally.“Well, now that I caught you, where would you like me to take you?”“To my cabin, straight ahead.”I looked ahead, it was my dream log. She was mostly rehydrated now, but her body was still absorbing everything I could feed it, she had passed no urine or stools. I got some medical absorbent pads and put one underneath her anyway. She'd need it sooner or later anyway, I hoped.Looking over the selection of liquid 'health' supplements at the local 24-hour mega-chain drugstore down the street was largely disappointing. Most of these meal replacement drinks were for dieting which was the least of our concerns at present. The rest. Snap. She starts to slide out of her uniform. Snap.And then she was standing there in her underwear, and Mark's cock was as hard as a rock. He had never in his life seen a pretty teenage girl wearing so little. He stared at her, her delightfully curved waist, the luscious breasts under her bra, the inviting V-shape of her panties. She looked at the wet spot on his crotch and giggled. "You know what I think,? she said, "when you've got the asses, show the masses!" She turned around and bent. Nearly 15 minutes limp back home and he arrived at the apartment building. He said hello to Mrs. Stadig, whom was leaving the building, then went straight to his room. Once inside he placed the kettle on the table, took off his suit and tie, then checked the answering machine. He had two messages, one from his mom. She called almost too often, but it's family. The second was from his ex-girlfriend, Carla. "Hey Dave, I know this will sound silly, but, could I have that old wooden box of yours. I.