I pulled myself up on the edge of the pool deck. A tent had formed in my swimming trunks and there was no way I could hide it. Dannye looked up me. I ...xtended my hand and helped her, neither one of us saying a word, out of the pool, the water cascading off of her tight little body and on to the pool deck. I had looked at Dannye many times, and never saw her in a sexual way, but now, as she stood in front of me, I saw a different Dannye. She silently dropped to her knees and pulled my swimming. Show me your identification papers." I tried to give him just the papers from my handbag, but hetore it away.? Soon he had my diary inhis hands. It recorded visits to certain places. Some were known to be thehaunts of practitioners. IF YOU ARE STOPPED BY A POLICEMAN, BE TOTALLY COOPERATIVE,BUT MAKE IT CLEAR THAT THERE HAS BEEN A MISUNDERSTANDING. NEVER ADMIT TO BEINGA PRACTITIONER. IF YOU CONFESS, YOU WILL IMMEDIATELY BE ARRESTED, BEATEN, ANDTRANSPORTED TO A FORCED WORK CAMP. YOU MAY NEVER BE. He then reached the trap door at the bottom of the fort. He pushed it open and climbed inside.He looked around the small room. It was about seven feet high, six feet wide, and eight feet in length. He was disappointed in the discovery of how small it was now. It also wasn't nearly as grand as he remembered it to be. "I guess you really can't go back," he said to himself.He noticed that the floor was covered in leaves, small twigs, and animal droppings. One of the window shutters had fallen. "Have you ever, you know, gone to bed with another girl?" she asked Laura, softly, seriously.Laura looked down, afraid she might blush from shame, or excitement, unsure of how to reply. "Once," she nearly whispered. When Camille said nothing, she plunged ahead. "It was so good I never dared to try it again." Really?"Now Camille sat down on the sofa next to her. Laura could barely stand the temptation. Her head reeled from the lovely perfume. Camille's sensual lips were only inches from hers..