She helped herself to another two before the dancing started again. Then she found that she was dancing with her father again. She heard him call her ...enny, but where she would have corrected him a few minutes before she was already trying to figure out how she could stop the itch that had developed between her legs. It didn’t help when she realized what that itch was about!By that time her head was a bit dizzy. Frankly, when she realized she had heard the sound of a zipper, her dress was too. The stress must have been getting to me. I’d probably spent the night again on the shitter with diarrhea. I gotta transfer out of this district. A priest in the crowd drew my attention. My eyes were trained to notice subtle behavioral cues that were out of place. It was unusual for a priest to stand in all the regalia with the white collar, a bible in hand, and a swinging thurible. The incense smoke came out of the tiny holes of the thurible. The priest kept walking up to the barricade. Fabio. “When are your parents out of town the next time?”“Next weekend I think, why?”“Vodka and a ...?”“Oh, hell yes! That would be awesome. Let’s invite her.”Natasha stood outside the sex shop looking at all the toys, videos, clothing and wondered what half of the stuff was even used for. She wasn’t into the BDSM stuff, nor some of the other fetish toys she saw hanging against the red velvet cloth. The door opened and a middle-aged man came out. When he saw her, he quickly pulled his cap down and. From the veranda of the cottage you looked out down to the Usutu River, a major river that flows through this area. We carried our bags into the cottage dumping them on the double bed in the front room. I went back to the car to get the grocery packets which Lisa packed away in the refrigerator and kitchen cupboards.“Shall we unpack our bags now, or should we go and explore?” Lisa asked.“Explore” I replied grabbing a bottle of water and our hiking backpack.A grass path led from the cottage.