Go out to the wreck with her and have fun. I promise not to be looking! Just come up with the goods!"DAY TWENTY FIVE"I think your hide is safe for the...while, my lovely girl!" Fran and Frieda were swimming out to the wreck again. Francesca was cold already but the hardy Frieda was loving her swim, as always. "How did you swing it, you lovely darling genius?" asked a grateful, if slightly disbelieving Frieda. The threat of a whipping had been hanging over for days now and she was glad it was not. In the other chair was a very pretty woman with straight black hair that went below her shoulders. Her pink bikini top held moderate-sized breasts but she had a smile that I loved. I had to tear myself away from her to bring my attention back to the guys. They handed me their ID’s and I took a picture of each one. This way I could track them down if needed. I asked if these were their current addresses and they all said yes, and I took them at their word. ‘All right, guys, have a good time.. They kissed, slowly, slowly, her ass sliding back to sit solid on the counter. She was up, her hands on her knees. He had kicked aside the books he had stood on and looked up into her eyes.“That was as good as I could take.” She brushed Adam’s hair.“There’s more where that came from.” He promised.“I know.” She kissed him. “Maybe we can hold off until I take Nut from Maura after lunch? I’ll need you right after she needs you, I’ll bet.”“What?” Adam seemed shocked. He whispered in surprise: “Why. The thoughts that flood my mind. The visions of the room being filled with people watching, observing ... being entertained by me. By my terror.Flash after flash.Image after image.In my mind, I can see a man grinning at me, watching my frail form tremble in confusion. But when I open my eyes the only thing that greets me is empty darkness. I sort of feel like my own thoughts are fabricating the images though, due to being able to see myself in them as if through someone else’s eyes. Is this my.