It's the small things that usually give you away." One last item," said Britney stopping at a kiosk in the middle of the mall that sold acrylic finger...nails. She found held several different sets of red nails to my dress until she found a set that matched. I splayed my fingers on the counter while the clerk quickly glued the artificial nails over my chipped and chewed natural ones. Meanwhile, Britney had slipped into a nearby d**g store and purchased some items for my purse to include facial. Put some trainers on."Jack groaned but complied with the order and almost threw the indignant Poppy out of the house."What the fuck was all that about?" Jack asked as they got to her car."Get in," Poppy muttered and Jack stopped. "Get in, they are watching." Jack looked behind him and waved to his parents, watching from their lounge window as he got into the car.," Get in, unless you want to explain to them that we just split up." He threw open the car door and sat in the passenger seat. Poppy. I opened my eyes, then closed them again, took a deep breath, was I dreaming, why were there two teenage girls sitting in their underwear bottoms & pyjama topps in the bed opposite me, gigglling & staring at my rock hard erection, even more baffling why were there two beds in my cabin, I could have sworn there was only one. Ok, in my drunken stuppor I must have crashed in the wrong cabin after my late night bathroom visit. But what the fuck?.I couldnt move at first, still half drunk, stunned. Hypocrite!I was so sexually excited myself that I ran to the girl’s room to play with myself before I went home. As I was sitting on the toilet in the first stall I heard Sister Bernadette come in. I lifted my feet up off the floor so she couldn’t see them. I know that the bathroom door does not have a lock on it but I have seen some of the older girls put the big metal trashcan between the door and the first sink so they could smoke. It very effectively ‘locks’ the door from any intruders..