I could show him some of my other outfits and the pictures that he took of me as well. He gleefully responded that it was a date.As the week progresse... ever so slowly, we spoke at least twice a day and were both looking forward to Friday night. I spent my free time trying to decide on what outfit to start with for pictures and which one to have taken off of me. I decided on the purple corset and panties for pictures and a black see through baby doll for removal. I spent most of Thursday night. 'Did you enjoy it', he asked me quickly?I shook my head to indicate 'No', 'I never really got into it, like I said, he came too quickly'.We were staring at each other and I could feel a tell-tale warmth building in my cunny, 'Can I watch you wank yourself', I asked him suddenly, my panties were wetting and I could feel a dampness reminiscent of an immediate urgency for masturbation.He laughed at my outrageousness, frank, open, and packing more punch than a $100 hooker, 'You're serious aren't. “We have cooking oil, olive oil, sunflower oil to name a few. Not on this ship obviously, this is a civilian freighter, not a cruise liner. They give me the bare minimum that I need to stay healthy, and that’s about it.”“What a sorry existence. You spend your whole life working, and you don’t even get to enjoy any good food.”“I could buy good food if I wanted to, I just have ... priorities.”“Like what?” Nazka turned towards him, resting her cheek on the armrest of the couch as she waited for. I parked and walked toward the athletic pavilion, not even thinking that SCU was already out on winter break.That’s when I also realized exactly where I was. Straight ahead of me was the vast mural of Tent City on the wall of the AP. The school had installed lights so that the mural was always lit. It stood there, a silent testimony to what had happened—damn!—almost exactly a year ago. I could still hear the screaming. I could still see Paulie’s body sprawled out in front of me. I could still.