He didn't look fat, just large. I glanced up at his face. He still had the smile, was still snoring a little each time he took a breath, though not as... loudly as before.I took a deep breath and reached down, taking the bottom edge of the gown between my fingers. I started to lift it but it just moved a bit before it stopped. His body was on top of it, holding it down. I moved my hand down a bit closer to the bed and pulled out. The gown came out a bit and he started to lift his leg, snorting at. M. She had two more hours until the next naked day outside.She did not stay asleep anymore. Finally at 5.30 she rose out of bed and started to prepare hot tea. Chills still plagued her. She almost cried, because after half an hour she had to go outside naked. Now she was inside and dressed, but nevertheless felt much cold. „How can I go?“ she asked itself and burst into tears.After drinking hot tea and eating sandwich she maybe felt a little bit better. Chills were still there and Marlene. With pokes of their knives, the rebel soldiers made sure that each naked boy placed their hands over their heads and stood facing Mahdi with their legs spread wide. Loud laughter accompanied all these activities and shouts of obviously offensive taunts … the noise level was very loud, which made the naked boys that much more intimidated.Eleven of the rebels lined up one by one behind each of the British soldiers. Each rebel wielded a razor sharp short knife and as each stood directly behind. " Well I got it done without incident," she replied."Now that you're awake, slap on some make-up. I'll swing by and pick you up in 30 minutes." What? No, Nick, I can't go out today. I feel terrible and must look terrible.I'm just going to go back to bed." Bull-shit! I'm not letting you do that. Besides, you have to meet my buddy, Phil. You and he will hit it off from the start." Phil? I don't recall you mentioning him." I haven't, but get ready; we're picking him up when his flight gets in.