Der Brief endete mit einem kurzen, aber entschiedenen Nachsatz, dass das betreffende Museum einen schlechten Ruf vermeiden wollte, die mit der Veröff...ntlichung dieser Zeitschrift einhergehen könnte. Darüber hinaus ende mit der Übergabe des Pakets an seinen rechtmäßigen Eigentümer jegliche Verpflichtung der Firma gegenüber allen Beteiligten.Der Brief warf aber weit mehr Fragen auf, als er beantwortete. Wer hat das Tagebuch geschrieben und wann? Wer hat es dem Museum gespendet und in welcher. At the bottom of the stair, I saw the bedroom door, and Adrian pushed me gently towards it, telling me, “Go through the bedroom, and into the bathroom beyond, undress, shower, and then dry yourself, come back to the bedroom fully nude, but only when you have finished, I like clean girls. I should be in the bedroom by that time! Don’t be tempted to peek, just do as you are told” Adrian didn’t give me a chance to reply, as he moved to the door with the push button lock, swiftly opened it, and. It was so unexpected to see her here, behaving in such a strange way, that it took me a few moments to realise that she must be looking for me.Of course: I remembered now. Last week we had been sitting side by side for the whole journey into town. I remembered the way she had kept looking at me, and how embarrassed I had felt. I also remembered her confused behaviour as I got off the train. I had thought she was disgusted as my FUCK-enhanced cock so obviously filled my trousers; only now did it. In my mind I was in a tropical paradise and not inAlana's parents' en suite. But the tropics vanished as soon as the roar of the dryer died. Thegirls spun me around and I was told to open my eyes. There I was. I wasjust getting used to the weird stranger looking back at me in the mirrorand now she looked different again. I grimaced at how much I looked likemy Mum and Nicole now, both of which had dyed blonde hair. But thecolour did go well against my skin... It was all so weird. "Wow,".