Normally, you'd go ahead and get completely dressed for the day, but since the real festivities don't start until this evening, you figure it's best t... kick it with casual for now. You pull the curtains open wide and let the sun illuminate your space. The water surrounding Staten Island pours onto the sands of your backyard, a privately owned beach that extends for nearly a mile. In the window, you find your reflection staring back, near-naked and glowing under the New York City sun.Your name. I had stumbled upon a cabin. Not knowing if my tears came from rain or joy, I found the door, quickly smashed the lock and pressed inside. I entered a small room with a fireplace, sofa and kindling ready to be lit. A few moments later, I was wearing only a woolen blanket, warming my numb hands against a crackling fire. My head was nodding peacefully to the sensation of comfort and exhaustion. When I awoke it was still dark outside, and the weather was as bad as before. The fire was long dead,. She managed to keep her electrolyte levels up. Her head was pounding, but she didn't feel like she needed to go throw up. "Damn, I'm cold!" she muttered. "Oh hell, I feel sore down there again too. What the hell did I do to myself this time?"Face growing quite red; Mary timidly reached between her legs. Under her thankfully flaccid cock, she felt a hard presence that shouldn't be there. The end of whatever it was just barely protruded from her. Grabbing it with her fingertips, she moaned as she. It doesn't really have any direct bearing on my ascendancy, but it's interesting enough to explain.We later emailed Lily a "Thank you" for Carol's cellphone, getting back not much more than "You welcome."We tried exchanging emails with Lily, but her replies were slow and so terse as to be almost non-existent. Pat had Lily's number in Hong Kong, but Lily was equally uninformative on the phone.We didn't think it was a big deal until just before school was about to restart, and Lily still hadn't.