As the wagon passed him once again, Mindblind could tell that the prostitute had twisted her ankle, at the least. She cried out in pain after twenty f...et or so, nearly dropping to her knees in the grass again."I can make it," she said as he jogged up next to her.Seeing the tears streaming down her cheeks and the unmistakable grimace of pain, he shook his head. "No, you can't." Without further comment, he squatted down, scooped her up into his arms, and started to run again.Ahead in the. As much as she strained against it a smile kept creeping back onto her face, and her eyes kept glancing over to see her next audience member. From one of her looks, she spotted a balding older man raising up a black box in front of him. She looked again and saw he had a camera and was facing it right towards her. A shock ran through her body as she thought of this man getting a topless photo of her. For a faint second, she thought of covering up and running away but that feeling was quickly. Fun detail: there was a bit of eye contact when we left, made possible by the fact that I was quite literally pushing Ana out in front of me between the tables. I pointed at the ally, she nodded and tapped her imaginary watch. Who needs words when you have sign language? Ana and I walked to her place. Slowly, arms around each other, just like real lovers do. Being a short girl, she was way more drunk than I was. I even had to help her getting the key into the lock (no euphemisms here just yet).. .. with her own shop? Yeah ... I’d like to see it.“When do you want to go?” I said.The cannon match wasn’t until Sunday.“Now?” he said. Let’s see what kind of excuses she can come up with to stay here.“Come on ... I have to tell the girls where I’m going.” I told him. “I should change out of my shoot clothes. Jeans and a shirt would be good. It might be cold up here but it’s hot down below.”I stopped at the lodge, changed clothes and told Hilda where I was going. The rest of the girls were.