It was Ivar barking orders at the other men in his own language. He was thoroughly in his element as he navigated the ship further and further away fr...m the dock. In the distance, she could see a steady stream of smoke rising from the roofs of the houses. There was the faintest orange glow pouring out into the street from the shop windows. The smells of fresh fish mingled with the saltiness of the sea. An unusual feeling of calm had settled over her. It probably had everything to do with the. But over time you allow the slut to come out in your dreams and fantasies.But only in your dreams and fantasies. In real life you fake it. You try to live up to the standards that your parents expect of you. You hide behind what they want you to be: the real you can only come out behind closed doors. And closed eyes. In the dark, you thrive. In the light of day, you fade away, and your 'normal' self replaces the real you.Johnny shook his head as if he could dislodge this train of thought by. It’s been hot and swollen for a week or two now. I can handle pain, and I’ve just continued to travel despite the discomfort, hoping to let it run its course. This time, though, I’m not sure it will, and that frustrates me. I don’t want to ask for help, but my concoctions with elfroot are doing very little. And with autumn soon to turn into winter, it will be dangerous to remain out here alone and lamed. I sit and fume, hugging my one bent knee, resting my cheek on my crossed arms. The sounds. No one wanted to stop to pick up a naked girl, it seemed, and I stood there for what seemed like hours, smiling at people but with my heart thumping hard in my chest. I got a lot of stares, a lot of people slowed down to look, then sped up to get away, and I almost caused some accidents.Meanwhile, pedestrians were walking by. Most people kept walking, and deliberately looked away. Some stared at me as they walked by, a few people even turned and walked backwards – but kept going. And a small.