“All right,” she said. “But something from a good grocery store,” she demanded.“My how the mighty have fallen. Grocery store wine how gauche...,” I suggested with a laugh. She parked near the door and we got out of the car.“Give me your wallet,” a large black man with a pistol demanded, With my left hand I fumbled for the wallet, which had twenty odd dollars in it. It had no credit cards or Id of any kind. While his attention was on me going for the wallet in my pants, my right hand moved nearer. Looking about him, Talking to himself ‘I need to get back, time has gotten away from me.’ The long walk back to his hut was very tiring and it was now getting a bit late into the day, exhaustion was now getting the better part of him. He could see in the distance that a fire was burning on the beach. Concerned, as he was supposed to be the only one on this God Forsaken Island. who could have built that fire? Maybe someone was actually stranded here, his mind raced with the possibilities. . When I got to bed I found Karina still awake with a wicked smile on her face, "oh you're still up" I said, she just pulled the sheets back to show me the dildo stuck deep inside her dripping wet cunt. My cock sprung to attention as she said "have I ever left your balls full when I'm going away? Especially with those four pretty girls here for the weekend"I walked over, taking my shirt off as I moved across the floor, when I got to the side of the bed I stood there as Karina pulled my pants down. ."She interrupted, "Get on with it; I don't want to die from old age here." But she smiled at me saying that."Okay, I'm just going to say it. You'll probably throw me out after that anyway. I used to be Walter Hartman. I got MORFS and it changed me into a girl squirrel hybrid."There, I said it and I broke down to start crying. "I'll go home now, and leave you here to hate me for not being there for you when you needed it."Marjorie walked up to me and lifted my head, then pulled me out of the.