As I wait for the drip, drip, drip of the machine, my head begins to race. I feel so full of stories, they leech out of my skin and run onto the page ...hemselves. I pick up the notes from the kitchen table and remind myself where we are, today we will write but not for an hour or so yet.He is still sleeping when I enter the shadows of the bedroom, his long frame thrown across the bed, his face creased into the pillow. I smile. I cannot help it. He’s finally mine and it is so new I feel like I. As Mark and Tony approached Freddie pulled her bottoms off leaving her now totally naked in front of these young boys. Freddie told Tony to take his underwear and stiff them into Debs mouth to keep her quiet. As Tony fumbled with the task Freddie entered the cabin finding a role of duct tape which he used to hold the underwear in Debs mouth. Deb could smell Tonys musky smell in the underwear in her mouth. They had been filled with his sweaty body and his cock leaving traces of urine and. “No, please don’t, if you do then she’ll come in,” pleaded Scarlett, motioning towards Amanda through the door. “So you want us to stay in this room all night and miss all the girls downstairs?” Jake questioned. “Look, if you stay in here I’ll keep you two entertained, deal?” Scarlett begged. “Fine… Fine… so what are we going to do then?” asked Jake. Scarlett thought for a moment, trying to figure out something that would keep the Jake and Mike from opening the door. “Truth or dare?” blurted. "I was wondering whether you would come to my reading." You were, were you?” she answered coyly."Yes, I was hoping to see you again." Well, here I am," she said, grinning at me."Yes, and looking quite nice.”"Nice, huh," she said, a frown replacing her smile. "Nice?" Well, maybe nice isn't the right word," I said, realizing she was not trying to look nice, but was sending me another message, which she was doing loud and clear."Right, Nice is not the right word,” she said, “but thanks. I know.