It’s being exposed to people you know. To your friends, to your family. If they could suspect even the slightest thing your whole world would get ov...rthrown. This is why you will keep showing yourself off to strangers for me. Because they don’t know you. Nobody knows your name. Maybe in a little while nobody will even remember your face, but everyone will remember what you did for me. And most of all you will know what you did.But in order to do that you need to build your confidence, which you. Dark hair and big blue eyes. Several of my guy friends have commented that they would love to fuck my mom. My sister, Kara, and I are twins but Kara bleaches her hair and I have dark hair like mom. We both are small framed like mom, we look just like mom and have been told we all look like sisters which I thought was pretty good since mom was forty five and Kara and I were only eighteen. A few towns back we had all went to a spa and had full make over that included a bikini wax. Kara had her. Shit! That was the last fucking thing I should have done. Why me, those fucking friends of mine had injected drugs lots of times, but me- one needle and that's me screwed - end of! I hate me! Head still bloody throbbing and racked with guilt at my fucking selfish actions the night before which have probably ruined several other poor bastards' lives I went back to our shitty little bedsit. I needed to clear my head, so put on my cycling clothes and pedalled madly out of the sodding town. . With the Police?s report I went tothe same consulate I had invaded and requested a new passport. Allwent perfect. Now, at least, I could move out of my apartment to ahotel.Dryope Hamadriadis had now legal existence. I registered myself in themayor?s office and wrote a letter to a nearby University asking forthe "Zula?ung" to enter the major specialty of Biology and minorspecialty in Anthropology. It was weird, but not forbidden. I expectedto use the Nymph?s intuition for the first course and my.