I decided to do what Ben had suggested and started just taking photos of my chest. Eventually, I managed to stumble onto the right light settings but,...to be honest, the photos of my chest just weren't that interesting. I looked through some of the examples on the website and it became obvious that what made them interesting was the fact that you could clearly make out the girls nipples through the material and the way they cast their own shadows seemed to accentuate them. I went back to my. I poured a small portion of the liquid onto my meal, then crept into my roommates bedroom. She had passed out on her bed(I remembered that she had a big exam earlier that day) with just her panties and a pair of tight booty shorts on. I switched the glass holding my piss with the glass on her bedside table, then silently crept out of her room. I finally sat down to eat, and savored the taste of my piss on the meal. I chowed down then went to my room, stripped, and laid down to bed, still. I was trying to get a waitress job at the Village, but I wasn't having much luck. I think college kids already have the good paying waitress jobs lined up. You have to be eighteen to waitress in a bar. I don't know what I'm going to do."She finished the soup. "I feel better now."I said, "Dry off and put on this shirt, and then come downstairs."I left her while she dried and I set up a cot in the utility room. Her clothes had finished in the washer, so I put them in the dryer. Erin had an. Even though she had been running for five minutes and she was sweating, she was damn cold. All she had on was her summer shorts and her The Who t-shirt. How long had it been since she had left the bungalow? How long would it be before Margot came looking for her? She ran past the church. She ran past the barber shop and the train tracks. But it really didn’t matter how far or where she ran, did it? Ixchel’s All Stars had come untied and she was almost to the little market when she tripped on.