" Why, the same we had intended doing three days since--set off." What?--although you are not now going to be married, you intend still"--"Listen, Lou...se. I hate this life of the fashionable world, always ordered, measured, ruled, like our music-paper. What I have always wished for, desired, and coveted, is the life of an artist, free and independent, relying only on my own resources, and accountable only to myself. Remain here? What for?--that they may try, a month hence, to marry me again;. "What a fascinating story my dear young people! I think I can help you along the way; I have a friend who lives twenty miles away from here and it would be on your route. I'll phone him and drive you over there this evening. That way you will have two nice warm nights and days away from the elements. Now - isn't that a splendid idea!"Jessica and Harriet were becoming increasingly worried about the situation, but Gwendoline accepted his offer with thanks and asked him what was the special. I blushed. My best friend was getting me wet through my panties."Maybe you could take them off?" she said.I slipped them off and threw them on the floor suddenly aware I was fully naked infront of her. She put the camera down on timer and said we were going to take some hot photos together. She stroked my skin and gave me goosebumps, touching near my breasts. She didn't put the camera back on timer for more photos. Instead, she started to fondle with my breasts and kiss my neck.I reached down. Ughh. This is going to be messy. And uncomfortable, or rather painful, I think as she throws a last look at me and then turns and walks away, the clicking of her heels on the tiles receding. I'm alone again, facing yet another ordeal. This is tiring, to say the least. Tiring, painful and humiliating. But mostly it's just plain wrong. You don't go snatch someone and subject that person to all the crap I've been subjected to.It's sick, to put it in a nutshell. However, as sick as she might be, as.