The feeling that something growing hard to support my ass .. the .. it had to be there ... the person behind me had gradually gained a huge erection. ...I was sure ... through the thin dress fabric was not to be mistaken. A stranger stood plastered up behind me and rubbed the hard-on locked in his pants against my ass . Or maybe he thought it was as I rubbed myself against him? Tribulation and movement in the crowd I could not prevent could and he perhaps misunderstood ?I did not quite know what. He worked hard and had earned the trust as well as an appreciation of the partners of his firm. The next batch of interns had just joined the firm recently. He found a couple of girls cute but there was one girl who was bespectacled with long hair that he thought could be a competitor. With her plain Jane attire and soft speech, she seemed shrewd enough to him.As the year went by, Manan was tasked with training that nerdy girl. Her name was Priyal. He was so bored to teach, that he just gave. The same thing is now done to the other hand. Undoing the cuff, securing the once free hand then removing your blouse completely from your body. You now sit in the coolness of the van totally naked. Your hands are cuffed again behind your back and your legs are are freed from whatever it the chain had been attached. When you attempt to move, however, you realize they are still chained together by a chain about two and half feet in length. By now your heart is racing. You want to be free. Yet. But as they had no choice, they were scouting to find the best possible candidate. They were a day or more away when the mountain blew up.“We were heartbroken as we rushed back to our campsite, to find the cave-in that saved our equipment and our supplies but not the people inside. Even though the lava flow was directed on the other side and the wind was thankfully blowing away from us as well. (I am no volcano expert that said, this is just a story. Think of Gazoo helping Asorians. Please do.