"She felt an ungodly need to empty her bladder:It truly felt as if it wereabout to burst it was so full let alone it felt like something heavy wasjust...pushing on it. "I gotta go," she thought as she blinked in the darkand began to move.Immediately, Kara realized that something was wrong.as she began to shifther body. She scooted her hips slightly to the right toward the edge ofthe bed and felt movement in her body like never before. Weight shifteddifferently, parts jostled and she felt skin and. I grabbed my handbag and paid for my treatments, struggling more thannormal with the even longer nails I had attached. Once outside I rifledthrough my bag for my cigarette and lighter. Putting the cigarette inmy over stuffed lips I lit and felt immediately more relaxed as thefoul tasting smoke filled my lungs. I folded an arm under my huge bustto try and take some of the enormous weight pulling on the shoulderstraps, and smoked my cigarette, noticing my pink lipstick on thecigarette and. Sipping wine. Eyes: assessing.She moves the box closer.What could be so fucking shameful that she’d need to make this kind of decision, now?She rips off the paper. The waiting staff seem at once to loom over her, and other diners appear to have turned themselves to see. The hush in the restaurant becomes deafening.But of course nobody cares. They’re all wrapped up in their own lives to look at a pretty woman, opening a box.The box is leather, dark blue. A clasp closes it with a single brass. He was just in the process of closing the bar up when he looked out towards the beach. A single girl was walking slowly along the shore, slowly, even languidly. From this distance, it was hard to see with any detail what she looked like. She was walking in the sand barefooted, sandals in her hand. A white bikini with a transparent cover up that flowed in the gentle breeze covered her body and glowed in the diminishing sunlight. Her dark hair was long and slightly curly; wafting about her face.