“Damn mosquitoes!” Angelina walked over to the vanity basin and poured what was at one point cool water into the porcelain bowl on top of the maho...any dresser. The antique mirror reflected her long, thin torso and bare breasts. She bent forward to splash the tropical warm water on her face in hopes of cooling off or at best, to wash off the sweat beads that kept tickling her face. She looked up into her reflection in the aged and cracked mirror, and gasped. Angelina quickly turned around to. “They’d think I was your father if I took you out.”“I don’t care so long as I’m not some prop. And we can eat here.”“Do you trust me?”“Yeah, maybe, fuck, I was just so mad at you and now I’m not and I don’t know.”“Everything is upside down.”“Yeah.”“Feelings. Hormones a bit too?”“Probably. Fucking hate them,” she said.“I’m not feeling so great either.”“Mad at me?”I looked in her eyes. She was scared and that’s what I’d been since Saturday too.“No, not mad. But coming down from a lot of. So my extra classes started in their house after the school timing both sisters while teaching me used to talk in their language which I never could understand may times while teaching Ramya used to sit beside me and when ever her thighs touched my thighsI used to get a hard on and now she used to came in dreams and I used to masturbate viewing her in my eyes they had one room and a kitchen and one bathroom attached to the room one bed four chairs placed next to a study table. I remember it. I wonder if hiking off like this was such a great idea. Yes, I reply to myself. This is where I want to be. In a place so few know exists. So few who care to know. The time to seek out shelter has come. But where? I see a large tree ahead. It is up off the path upon a knoll. As if it were placed there for me. Just for me. I lean up against its sturdy trunk. I take off my back pack and pull out my poncho. The rain has become steady. I'm so thankful I didn't forget my poncho this.