It sounds fun what ever there doing. We should go downstairs. I said. No we cant. Were not allowed to go downstairs. Said Tim. I never heard the door ...pen but I recognized the voice. It was Tim Aunt. Wake up! Wake up boys. Time to get up. The birthday girl needs your help. Move it! Move your little asses. I almost fell out of the twin bed. Tim turned on the lights to his room. I looked in the doorway. Tims Aunt was only wearing a small black thong. Her huge breast were all exposed, her big. It was only when I entered the tent did I realise that they hadn’t left me any supplies for the night, no food or amenities at all. The rage I felt bubbling at my chest seemed to be clawing out, desperate for release.Like always, I tried to bottle it down. Any outward display of emotion would only provide more ammunition to the group to continue my humiliation. I was beginning to regret every moment of this trip.The worst of the night wasn’t yet over though. Oh no, there was much more to come. There were a couple ads, a few notifications from groups, and not a lot else. Sam was about to get up from the keyboard when he noticed one last message. FREE TRIAL, it said.What the hell, Sam thought, and clicked on the message.It looked like a message from some website he didn't remember signing up for -- CreateLust.com. "You're among our members selected for a limited demo of our most exclusive product, CreateLust Pro.click here to activate your demo."Normally, Sam would just have deleted. He passed them gradually into individual free dancing – reminding Thoreau of ballet – and then after a year began to instruct them in unarmed combat. Thoreau had asked Aggy about the style of fighting and Aggy had patiently explained that it wasn't a competitive sport. It was unarmed combat – designed to kill or at least disable the opponent as taught over nearly a decade to the young Aggy by a gnarled battered old Sol marine who had retired to Mountserrat and ended up a gym instructor at.