They ‘released’ me today, and my boat is on the open sea again. The island disappeared behind a curtain of thick clouds. I don’t know if and whe... I will be able to go back. But let me write down the events as they unfolded. I keep the diary form, but the days 34 to 39 are written from memory. Day 34, continued: After anchoring I was preparing breakfast, and the weirdest thing happened: the boat moved towards the shore. I ran up and pulled the anchor, but it was still solid in the ground. But. She cannot stand it any more and strips off her panties and bra, taking his hand and placing it back between her legs, this time to feel his fingers trace the lips of her pussy, where they open like a flower. They are kissing passionately and as his hands are on her pussy, with hers on his cock.He gently but firmly pushes her down so that she's lying on her back. She can hardly believe that she is lying naked in front of this man, fully exposed to him, her sex wet and open, her legs open to. “I just got a birthday card, better late than never eh?”“Who from?” Imogen asked over her shoulder as she stirred something delicious on her stove.“You’ll never guess!” I said with a grin.“Helen!” shouted Kim.“I was wrong,” I said. “You did guess.”“What does it say?” asked Christian.“Not a lot. ‘Happy Birthday David, love Helen.’ That’s all.”“That’s weird!” said Harry. “As if nothing has happened. That girl is strange!”I had one more task to do, to check on my mother’s movements. I phoned. She was going to meet her future.From the corridor outside there was the sound of feet. Then the autopsy-room door opened, and a nurse, whom Natasha recognized as a member of the nursing school's teaching staff, looked in. She said,"Good morning Dr Bridgeport" behind her was a group of young student nurses."Good morning" answered the neuro surgeon. "You can all come in"The students filed through the doorway. There were six, and as they entered all glanced nervously at the body on the table. Dr.