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as fair to say I was scared shitless. One minute I was

wasn't an option. What if they had a tribe of island cavemen or as I'd put it man-eaters.

he fabric for freedom. The bottom half of the bikini was worse. I had been too drunk to notice how much my ass was bigger than the pantie

. I was starting to feel alone and highly vulnerable. Somehow I wasn't scared.

. Ultimately, I would need a weapon to make me feel a little bit safe. I look

st calm down and

on my body helped reduce the aching. It would have been a good idea to just stay there till sleep claimed me. Maybe I'd wake up back on the yacht with Donna trying to conv

de whether to stay or return to the open sea. I rushed on my feet and sprinted towards it making a frantic dive. I grabbed it pushin

ple. The type of bag you'd take for a 3day trip on a stupid cruise celebrati

's doll. What type of weirdo owned this bag? The second disappointment came when I had a whiff of the clothes. They smelled like ass. I was about to toss the bag in an

. There was no sun yet and the weather looked like it was going to rain. I would circle

I felt how Dora must feel after she must have spoken to her trusty map. That was what made her better t

crib where I can have a hot bath. I was keeping my fingers crossed. I continued along with this rocky territory willing my tired feet to do the i

his! I

me or till a monster emerged from the thick jungle of the island and bit off my small round head. My wild hair was

me piece by piece. The sound of the wave smashing rock

th areolas tightened and stiffened before my nipples responded to the touch. They both throbbed painfully pleading for attention. I to