The towel -- the towel -- she looked up and down the ravine -- it curved, the creek with it, just deep enough for her to swim downstream --Should she ...ust dry herself and go back to the bus? Or just run? How long before they wondered where she was? The towel hung on a low point and seemed out of eyeshot of anyone else. Was this a trap?? The nude prisoner, fingers and toes stuck in the side of the soft ravine, her toned butt muscles flexing with her racing thoughts, looked at the towel and. The first few photos were of me as I walked down the path with the small towel wrapped around me, then pictures of me after I had fallen and was lying on the ground on my back looking at the camera. I was ashamed because it almost looked like I had posed for the photo like the girls did in my dad’s porn magazine. Me on my back with my legs apart looked as though I was trying to show off. Some of them you could barely see my tiny penis and scrotum through my freshly grown batch of hair. Then I. I sent them to my back room that had a bed they could share. After settling in they came out and sat with me in my living/bed room. I had my queen sized bed set up in my living room as being disabled it was more convenient for me. We talked for a bit then they changed into sleeping clothes. Coming back out Alyssa was wearing a blue and white sleep bra with a pair of loose blue shorts and nothing else. Her daughter Kayla was wearing a light blue short teddy and nothing else. As we sat watching. “Murrend stimmte er zu.Ich ging zurück zu meiner Wohnung und hörte, dass eine SMS angekommen war.Erol hatte geschrieben >hier tut sich einiges ich werde Dir später berichtenMorgen werden wir durch den Tunnel gehen, unsere Fahrzeuge, die in Paralimini stehen, bereitmachen und unsere Waffen aus dem Lager holen. Dann werden wir ein Lager überfallen in dem lauter schwule Jungen leben sollen und sie alle töten, das was die machen ist doch gegen Allahs Willen, obwohl das was ich gerade spüre.