" She said."I believe you Helen, I just need someone to run down here and identify us." I told her."Why can't they just use your license for that? We ...re swamped down here." She complained."Because between the both of them, neither one is obviously smart enough to ask for it." I replied getting agitated."I'll be right down." She promised.Helen stopped to grab a police officer along the way, and within three minutes after they arrived the guards' were singing a different tune. The officer found. Was he the one?I turned my head to stare at the half moon looking at me through my window. He was enough. Enough for me. I sighed and stretched lazily on the bed, enjoying the languid ache of every muscle as I remembered all the things we did in the motel.But one thing flickered more brightly than all others. And it was that thing which called to my true nature.Wednesday dawned with the sound of birdsong outside singing to me, and the sun rising brightly in an early morning haze.It had just. Yes, get water, he'll need it."She pumped the pump handle until the water flowed and she filled a pitcher. She rushed back to the bedroom, grabbing a glass with her free hand. I lit a fire in the stove and put a big pot of water on to boil. I figured it couldn't hurt. I went into the bedroom with the others once it was heating. He didn't look good. The doc hadn't arrived yet, so there was nothing any of us could do at the moment.About ten minutes had passed when a youngster came running in.. I wanted to document the entire time we would be there. Mara and I both wanted to be able to look back later on and see the event in full color. So, it wasn't until later on, after Omar had left (a number of hours later), and as Mara slept (happily exhausted), that I 'relieved myself' (sexually). I put the camera down on the table beside the bed and went to the toilet. I quietly closed the door behind me, and then, and only then, did I seek to 'alleviate' my own pent up sexual energies, by.