‘Damn-it, damn, shit!’ she yelled. ‘Stay in the car boys,’ Michelle said as she popped the hood latch and got out to see if she could find the... problem. She checked to make sure the battery connections were okay, and looked at a few other obvious quick fixes but everything looked okay. Michelle pulled her head out from under the hood and looked around. ‘Just my luck, no one around for a boost. It’s probably the effing starter anyway’ she thought to herself, knowing that it had been acting up for. The boys are drinking beer and stop directly opposite me and start talking and one notices my camera beside my discarded clothes. 'Shall I take your photo?' he calls out, I am some 3 to 5m away from the shoreline, and without waiting for my reply, picks up my camera and takes the photo, which is also posted here, the one of me in the water.I think the boys are a little drunk and not used to drinking especially outdoors in full sun. One reaches into his plastic bag and pulls a beer off its. My damp crotch was glaringly obvious. I did not notice it because the pads blocked my view of my own crotch but every time I bent over the other girls saw my condition. From a distance however, it looked like honest perspiration and attracted no attention.Fortunately, we had a very good team. Jenny playing as an excellent central defender, I found my self with little to do and spent longish periods standing still around the goalmouth. The occasional little rush to stop a loose ball served only. A little while later you wake and the van is static, groggy, and still very much bound you lay there looking round, the van you notice looks more like a clinical padded cell. it’s hard to make much out due to the drug still being in affect but at least it has held off your hangover you think to yourself. the grog starts to ease just enough for you to realise you've been released and retied only now with rope and on your back curved and mouth gagged. the door slides open and notice it’s me from.