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PowerNap <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/9MkdGSwr/magicstudio-art-69.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 40%; height: 40%;"> <<set $PlayerCondition to "">> <<set $Characters.push("[[Mark Hanson]]")>> ** available only in Uncut version** <<set $SideImage1 to "https://i.postimg.cc/rsbyMr7L/black.png">> <<set $SideImage2 to "https://i.postimg.cc/rsbyMr7L/black.png">> <<set $SideImage3 to "https://i.postimg.cc/rsbyMr7L/black.png">> <<set $SideImage4 to "https://i.postimg.cc/rsbyMr7L/black.png">> <<include "Sidebar" >> <<set $Inventory.push ("gun")>> <<set $Inventory.splice ("gun")>> <<set $Diary to $Diary.filter(item => item !== "Home Sweet Home : Find a rental home.")>> <<set $Diary.push("Firebug: A Firebug is on the loose, maybe my police ")>> <<if !$p51_1>> [[Take a shower|52.1]] <<else>> (Alternative content here if $p51_1 is true) <</if>> <<set $p52_2 to true>> <<switch $Penguinkeys>> <<case false>> You don't have keys to feed the penguins. <<back>> <<case true>> <</switch>> <<if !($p54_2 && $p54_32 && $p54_4 && $p54_51)>> Lisa has not arrived yet. <<back>> <<else>> <</if>>

Welcome to the game. "This game contains adult content and is a work of pure fiction. Any resemblance to real-life individuals, events, or locations is purely coincidental. All Characters are 18+ of age." Note: This is more of an interactive, adventure adult story. Not a quick fap. This game is intended for entertainment purposes only. I do not promote or endorse any actions or behaviors depicted in the game for real-life situations. Are you of legal age to play this game in your country of residence? [[Yes|002]] [[No|9999]]

Stacy Quinn - Park Ranger is an adult adventure game where players step into the life of Stacy Quinn. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/ZY16bJCP/a-dramatic-back-pose-of-female.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 30%; height: 30%; margin-left: 250px;"> Designed to simulate realistic conditions, the game heavily relies on the player's imagination to deliver an immersive experience. You are currently playing a softer version of the game (excluding kinky darker themes). For more information to the full, more realistic version "Stacy Quinn - Park Ranger UNCUT —which includes all kinky elements, even those with darker tones to achieve a sense of realism(However the storyline remains the same)—please check my Patreon page. Visit my Patreon page for more fun. <a href="https://www.patreon.com/darkpleasure" target="_blank">Click here to visit my patreon page</a> I hope you enjoy the game, and your feedback is valuable in helping me improve it." [[Prologue|003]] [[Start game|1.1]]

:: Childhood <<set $age to "5">> I was born in rural America, wrapped in love from the moment I arrived. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/TP5Jq0Nm/a-picture-of-farm-with-house-c.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 30%; height: 30%;"> My parents showered me with affection, filling our home with laughter and the comforting sounds of barn animals. I remember dressing up as a cop for Halloween when I was five, twirling in my little costume and dreaming of one day wearing a real badge. But everything changed the day [[Sparky]], my beloved dog, was killed by a puma. <<set $Characters.push("[[Sparky]]")>> I still remember the panic and heartbreak as I searched for him, only to find that he was gone. That loss left a hole in my heart, but it also fueled my determination. I promised myself "I would protect others, both people and animals, from suffering." That dream of becoming a cop became my guiding light. [[School|004]]

:: Schoolyard Justice <<set $age to "10">> <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/GpbD0rnW/magicstudio-art-53.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 30%; height: 30%;"> When I was 10, school revolved around [[Miss Emily Brown]], my favorite teacher. She was always kind and supportive, but the same couldn’t be said for [[Tom Dirk]]—the class bully. <<set $Characters.push("[[Miss Emily Brown]]")>> <<set $Characters.push("[[Tom Dirk]]")>> Tom was feared by everyone. He’d push, punch, and torment me, and like most, I avoided him, too scared to stand up for myself. One day, I saw Tom hurting a defenseless puppy behind the playground while his friends cheered him on. Something inside me snapped. I couldn’t stay quiet anymore. Before I knew it, I punched him square in the nose. Blood poured as Tom hit the ground, and the class cheered when the paramedics took him away on a stretcher. [[At home|005]]

:: At home <<set $age to "10">> When I got home, my [[mom|Mom and Dad]] was livid. She grounded me for fighting and sent me straight to my room. I felt dejected as I walked in. <<set $Characters.push("[[mom|Mom and Dad]]")>> <<set $Characters.push("[[dad|Mom and Dad]]")>> Later that night, though, my [[dad|Mom and Dad]] quietly tiptoed into my room, holding a small box wrapped with a bow. I felt a rush of excitement as I opened it, whispering and giggling to keep it a secret from my mom, as if we were on a covert mission. To my surprise, it was a brand-new phone! He grinned and said, “Next time, just call the emergency number. Let the grown-ups take care of things.” I wrapped my arms around him in a tight hug. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/jS7DM1Ks/alexander-andrews-Sq-Urv-It4-B68-unsplash.jpg " alt="My Image" style="max-width: 30%; height: 30%;"> <<set $Inventory.push("[[Dads Gift]]")>> Just as he was leaving, he paused at the door and added, "Sometimes doing the right thing can get you into trouble, but don’t let that make you doubt your actions.” That moment transformed my perspective. I realized that true strength isn’t solely about fighting back; it’s about having the courage to stand up for what’s right in a more thoughtful way. [[Prom|006]]

:: Prom <<set $age to "17">> <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/5y91172N/magicstudio-art-54.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 40%; height: 40%;"> Finally, prom night arrived, and the excitement in the air was high. [[Mark Hanson]], who had been flirting with me for the last six months, finally asked me to be his date. <<set $Characters.push("[[Mark Hanson]]")>> My mom took me shopping for the perfect outfit, and I chose a stunning [[blue dress|Prom Dress]] that made me feel special, even though I didn’t think I was beautiful enough to be prom queen. <<set $Inventory.push("[[Prom Dress]]")>> Mark picked me up in his dad's old [[pickup truck]], but as the night unfolded, I found prom to be rather boring. The music was too loud, and I couldn’t shake the feeling of unease with [[Tom Dirk]] in attendance. We hadn’t spoken since the incident seven years ago, and his presence brought back memories I’d rather forget. [[After prom rush|007]] <<set $SideImage1 to "https://i.postimg.cc/6prv9PPM/A-picture-of-blue-prom-dress-9.jpg">> <<include "Sidebar" >>

:: After Prom Rush <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/zDp8prxL/magicstudio-art-57.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 40%; height: 40%;"> Later in the evening, Tom surprised me by taking me to a secluded hilltop. He lifted me into the back of the [[pickup truck]] bed, and as we gazed at the stars, something shifted between us. He kissed me, and in that moment, I realized I was in love with him. Under the shimmering night sky, we shared an intimate connection that changed everything, and I surrendered my virginity, marking a pivotal moment in my life. [[College|008]] <<set $SideImage1 to "https://i.postimg.cc/6prv9PPM/A-picture-of-blue-prom-dress-9.jpg">>

::Gradutation <<set $age to "21">> <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/C5Ky9RcR/magicstudio-art-58.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 40%; height: 40%;"> After high school, I pursued a three-year diploma in criminology, eager to make a difference. Mark and I moved near the college while he attended a nearby architecture school. Our college experience was a mix of late-night study sessions, coffee-fueled cramming, wild parties, and unforgettable memories. Despite the chaos, I managed to stay focused and passed all my classes. Graduation day was exhilarating, with my parents and Mark cheering as I received my diploma. The biggest surprise came afterward—Mark stepped forward, knelt down, and proposed in front of everyone. Overwhelmed with joy, I said yes. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/JnG34qZt/engagementring-cinematic-shot.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 30%; height: 30%;"> <<set $Inventory.push("[[Engagement Ring]]")>> That night, Mark and i, celebrated by drinking and fucking late into the night. It marked a perfect end to one chapter of our lives and a thrilling beginning to our future together as partners in love and life. [[Crushed Dreams|009]]

::Crushed Dreams <<set $age to "22">> After years of hard work and dedication, I finally completed my police training and became a rookie cop, eager to fulfill my dream of protecting others. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/jStzJKPp/back-pose-of-female-police-off-2.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 30%; height: 30%;"> However, less than six months into my new career, a routine call turned tragic. During a shooting incident, a bullet ricocheted and struck a teenager. Although the shooting was deemed justified, public pressure mounted, and I was dismissed from the force. Devastated, I felt as if my dreams had been shattered. That night, I sobbed uncontrollably on Mark's shoulder, pouring out my heart and fears. He held me tightly, trying to reassure me through my heartbreak. The weight of disappointment hung heavy on me, but in that moment of vulnerability, I realized I had to let go of my dream job and find a new path. [[End Prologue|1.1]]

Zookeeper <<set $age to "26">> <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/3xmsfVHD/magicstudio-art-42.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 40%; height: 40%;"> It’s been four years since I lost my dream job. Through a friend, I managed to find work as a zookeeper. It’s a boring job at times, but the animals help keep my spirits up. Every day, I open the cages, make reports on the animals, let them into their enclosures, feed them, and then return them to their cages at night. Tourists can be very demanding, often grumpy and overwhelming. Despite the monotony, the lingering memory of my dream job still haunts me. This afternoon, as I’m feeding the penguins and a few people watch us, We suddenly hear a [[LOUD BANG|2]]. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/26sWjfCX/feeding-penguins-in-zoo-cinema.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 30%; height: 30%;"> <<set $SideImage1 to "https://i.postimg.cc/Fs4Nghmp/Female-zookeeper-cinematic-sho.jpg">> <<set $SideImage3 to "https://i.postimg.cc/vm69JBs6/53a75oih.png">> <<include "Sidebar" >> <<set $Characters.push("[[Sparky]]")>> <<set $Characters.push("[[Miss Emily Brown]]")>> <<set $Characters.push("[[Tom Dirk]]")>> <<set $Characters.push("[[mom|Mom and Dad]]")>> <<set $Characters.push("[[dad|Mom and Dad]]")>> <<set $Inventory.push("[[Dads Gift]]")>> <<set $Inventory.push("[[Prom Dress]]")>> <<set $Characters.push("[[Mark Hanson]]")>>

Ritual Extended I look over at him, my eyes heavy with lust. "Again?" I ask, a playful smile on my face. He grins and pulls me on top of him. "Always, Blue. Always," he says, his hands gripping my hips as I sink down onto his cock. I moan as I feel him fill me up, his thickness stretching me out. He starts to thrust up into me, his hips meeting mine with a loud slap. "Yes,” I gasp. Mark reaches up and grabs my tits, squeezing them. I moan as he pinches my nipples, my pussy clenching around his dick. He starts to fuck me harder, his hips slapping against my ass with each thrust. Mark growls, his fingers digging into my hips. I moan, my pussy clenching around him. I can feel myself getting close to orgasm, my body trembling with pleasure. “Don’t stop, don’t stop,” I beg, my voice getting higher and higher. Mark grins, “Cum for me, baby.” I scream as I orgasm, my pussy clenching around Mark’s dick. He groans, his hips stuttering as he fills me up with his hot cum. I collapse onto his chest, panting and gasping for breath. Mark wraps his arms around me, pulling me close. “You’re amazing, baby,” he whispers in my ear. I smile, feeling content and satisfied. “You’re not so bad yourself,” I reply, my fingers tracing circles on his chest. We sit there for a few moments, catching our breath and enjoying the afterglow of our intense fuck session. But as good as it feels, I know we’ll be back for more soon. [[Off to Henito|11]]

Airport <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/Jzy0Y2NT/charles-de-gaulle-85207-1280.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 60%; height: 60%;"> Mark drove me all the way to Portland Airport overnight, and we finally arrive late in the morning.I hug Mark tightly and give him a kiss outside the airport before I leave for Henito. "Call me every day, and be safe, I’ll miss you more than you know." he says, his voice tinged with a bit of sadness. "I’ll miss you too," I reply, pulling away with a smile, though my heart feels heavy. I wave one last time as I turn and walk into the terminal, my mind filled with thoughts of a new career and a new adventure. Even if this job isn’t my dream of being a police officer, it’s something similar. After checking my bag and grabbing my boarding pass, I frown at the sight—economy, middle seat, 8-hour flight. No comfort there. I have two hours to kill before boarding. I feel a bit hungry, but the security line is short now. I could clear security early to avoid the potential crowd later, or I could grab something to eat first. [[Make my stomach happy|11.1]] [[Clear Security First, hunger can wait|11.2]] <<set $SideImage1 to "https://i.postimg.cc/mky1RXVv/Untitled-design-7.png">> <<set $SideImage3 to "https://i.postimg.cc/SNX3RBc7/plain-white-bra-and-blue-panty.jpg">> <<set $SideImage4 to "https://i.postimg.cc/mgCnN7XP/gml4wu68.png">> <<include "Sidebar" >>

Satisfy hunger I decide to satisfy my hunger and start looking for restaurants in the airport. There are many choices, each offering a tempting array of dishes: <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/cJHpBpfH/dennis-schmidt-dc-W-2gu5vh4-unsplash.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 60%; height: 60%;"> [[Skyline Grill|11.11]] [[Pasta Express|11.12]] [[Taco Haven|11.13]] [[Asian Bistro|11.14]]

Yummy food The food sounds delicious, and I decide to try something new. I place my order excited to dig in. After paying, I take my first bite, and it's incredible—bursting with flavor from every chew. From the first bite to the last, the food is heavenly. I find myself savoring each mouthful, and before I know it, I've eaten more than my stomach can handle because it’s just so yummy. Once I finish, I head to the security check. Unfortunately, it’s now crowded, and I stand in line, glancing around at the other travelers. [[Grumbling stomach|Apologies]]** available only in Uncut version** [[Spot something on the woman in front of you|11.1.12]]

Stomach Grumbles As I stand in the long, slow-moving queue, I can feel my stomach grumbling. The food I ate earlier starts to take effect, and I curse myself for indulging so much, even though it was delicious. Sweat forms on my forehead as the heat builds in my bowels, and the urge to poop grows stronger. I feel a small wet patch form between my ass cheeks, soaking into my panties even though i try to clench my asshole tight, . Stuck in the middle of the long line, I’m torn between staying in the queue or rushing to find a restroom before it’s too late. [[Find a restroom|11.1.1.11]] [[I can hold it a bit longer|11.1.1.12]] <<set $SideImage1 to "https://i.postimg.cc/mky1RXVv/Untitled-design-7.png">> <<set $SideImage3 to "https://i.postimg.cc/SNX3RBc7/plain-white-bra-and-blue-panty.jpg">> <<set $SideImage4 to "https://i.postimg.cc/mgCnN7XP/gml4wu68.png">> <<include "Sidebar" >>

Find a Restroom I decide to find the restroom. Quietly, I slip out of the queue, trying not to draw attention to myself. As I walk back through the long line, I clench my asshole tightly, determined not to let anything slip out. With every step, my stomach grumbles more, and I can feel the liquid pooling in my panties, trickling down my thighs. Finally, I spot the restroom and quicken my pace. Once inside, I find an empty stall and lock the door, feeling like I’m losing control. I pull up my skirt and sit on the toilet, not bothering to remove my panties. As my muscles relax, I let go, and the poop fills my panties before spilling into the toilet. With a groan, I empty my bowels, feeling an overwhelming sense of relief wash over me. Afterward, I feel a bit better. [[Clean up|11.1.1.11.1]] <<set $SideImage1 to "https://i.postimg.cc/mky1RXVv/Untitled-design-7.png">> <<set $SideImage3 to "https://i.postimg.cc/SNX3RBc7/plain-white-bra-and-blue-panty.jpg">> <<set $SideImage4 to "https://i.postimg.cc/mgCnN7XP/gml4wu68.png">> <<include "Sidebar" >>

clean up I stand up, remove the dirty, soiled panties, and flush them down the toilet; they can't be worn again. Cleaning myself up, I prepare to leave the stall pantyless when I notice a handbag on the floor in the next stall. An upgrade voucher peeks out from the bag, catching my eye. Should I take the risk and steal it, or is it not worth it? [[Steal|11.1.1.11.2]] [[Honesty is the best Policy|11.1.1.11.21]] <<set $SideImage1 to "https://i.postimg.cc/mky1RXVv/Untitled-design-7.png">> <<set $SideImage3 to "https://i.postimg.cc/SNX3RBc7/plain-white-bra-and-blue-panty.jpg">> <<set $SideImage4 to "https://i.postimg.cc/rsbyMr7L/black.png">> <<include "Sidebar" >>

Braveheart I wait, listening for the right moment in the neighboring stall. As I hear the person flush the toilet, I realize this is my chance. Quickly and silently, I reach out and grab the voucher from the bag. My heart races as I leave the stall, feeling a mix of adrenaline and guilt. It seems the person hasn't noticed anything amiss as I walk out, still aware of the lingering heat on my bare cheeks. I walk to the airline counter and get myself upgraded to Buisness class. I use the Special Buisness class queue to clear security quickly and walk to my boarding gate. [[Boarding gate|11.1.12.12.5]]

Honesty I decide not to steal the voucher, even though it’s tempting. Honesty is the best policy, and good things happen to honest people, I tell myself as I walk out, still feeling the heat on my ass cheeks. I join the long queue to clear security, but this time my stomach isn’t disturbing me. However, being pantyless makes me feel naughty, and a tingle in my pussy makes it wet. After what feels like an eternity, I finally clear security and make my way to the boarding gate. [[Boarding gate|11.1.1.11.21.1]]

:: Economy horror As I walk through the gate, I see passengers rushing around, creating a chaotic scene. I wait in the long line of economy passengers, glancing at a few people who are smoothly making their way through the empty business class line. I feel a twinge of jealousy, realizing how underprivileged I am as I stand here. I can’t help but think that I should have taken advantage of that upgrade voucher from the woman earlier in the security line. The cabin crew greets me warmly as I board the plane, and a thrill runs through me as they usher me to my seat.I settle into my seat, my body sinking into the okayish fabric wedged between an old lady and a teenage boy. I let out a sigh of sadness, knowing I have to endure this cramped space for the next eight hours. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/wjnwp1j1/Untitled-design-16.png" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 40%; height: 40%;"> However, as the plane takes off, I can’t shake the arousal building inside me. The lewd incidents from earlier today have left me feeling undeniably horny, and my mind begins to wander. Excusing myself to the bathroom, my heart races as I navigate down the aisle. Once inside, I lock the door behind me and lean back against the sink. My hand slips under my panty, and I feel the heat radiating from my core. My pussy is already wet, and a soft moan escapes my lips as I begin to rub my sensitive lips. I put my legs up on the toilet, spreading my legs wider, my ass resting on the sink, I slide one finger inside myself. I bite my lips, breath hitching, as I add a second finger, losing myself in the moment. I think of Mark Fucking me. I fuck myself with hard as my juices spill to the floor. The pleasure builds, and I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. I bite my lips harder, finally tipping over and letting my juices slpash, making a mess on the floor. Catching my breath, I quickly clean up the mess with handful of toilet paper. Flushing the evidence away repeatedly is a challenge, but I managed. One last look in the mirror reveals flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes, filled with satisfaction. I return to my seat, my body tired as I settle back in. Closing my eyes, I drift off to sleep, relishing the moment of relaxation I’ve earned. Hours later, I wake up just before descent, stretching my arms above my head and relishing the ache in my muscles. As the plane lands, I make my way to the Exit. [[Henito|12]] <<set $SideImage1 to "https://i.postimg.cc/mky1RXVv/Untitled-design-7.png">> <<set $SideImage3 to "https://i.postimg.cc/SNX3RBc7/plain-white-bra-and-blue-panty.jpg">> <<include "Sidebar" >>

Going the Distance With my stomach grumbling, I decide to hold it in, as there are only a few people in front of me. The line moves slowly, and I feel a bit more liquid leak from my asshole into my panties. What feels like an eternity passes, and now it’s my turn in the security check line. I place my belongings on the tray and walk up to the human scanner. They ask me to lift my hands as shown on the scanner, and I comply. The scanner beeps, and to my horror, the female security officer asks me to step aside into the cubicle. My nerves only make my stomach feel worse. [[Step into the cubicle|11.1.1.12.1]] <<set $SideImage1 to "https://i.postimg.cc/mky1RXVv/Untitled-design-7.png">> <<set $SideImage3 to "https://i.postimg.cc/SNX3RBc7/plain-white-bra-and-blue-panty.jpg">> <<set $SideImage4 to "https://i.postimg.cc/mgCnN7XP/gml4wu68.png">> <<include "Sidebar" >>

Embarrassment <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/0N4yYdMT/Untitled-design-6.png" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 60%; height: 60%;"> I move into the security cubicle, which has a curtain as a door. I can feel the liquid seeping down my thigh slowly from my panties, which are now thoroughly soaked. The security lady enters the cubicle, wearing a fresh pair of gloves. She shuts the curtain and proceeds to pat down my body. As her hands move to my hips, it feels ticklish, causing my body to jerk in response. In that moment, I lose control of my asshole, letting all my poop spill into my panties. “Oh shit!” I moan in shame. The security woman sees the dirty mess fall to the floor and steps back quickly. “Gross!” she exclaims, grabbing a tray from nearby and pushing it under my legs. Sensing the urgency, I squat and let everything from my stomach release into my panties, the mess spilling out and filling the tray. I cover my face in humiliation as the lady hands me a roll of toilet paper and leaves the cubicle in disgust, telling me to clean up. I quickly clean myself, discarding my soiled panties as well with an embarrassed expression. With my head down, I leave the stall, silently wondering about the poor soul who will have to dispose of the tray. I then move toward the boarding gate. [[Boarding gate|11.1.1.12.2]]

Boarding gate As I walk toward the gate, still embarrassed from the earlier incident, I notice that it looks like everyone has boarded. As I step closer, I realize it's just me and an elderly woman standing behind me. The airline staff instructs me that the flight is overbooked and that they only have one economy and one business class seat left. Since I'm next in line, they offer to upgrade me to business class. The old woman overhears our conversation and, with a pitying expression, asks if I could give the business class ticket to her. The thought of an eight-hour flight in a comfortable seat is tempting, but my heart goes out to the elderly woman. I find myself torn between my desire for comfort and the kindness I want to show her.. [[Let the old lady take the offer|11.1.1.12.21]] [[Deny the old lady and upgarde yourself|11.1.1.12.22]]

:: Economy horror <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/wjnwp1j1/Untitled-design-16.png" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 40%; height: 40%;"> The cabin crew greets me warmly as I board the plane, and a thrill runs through me as they usher me to my seat.I settle into my seat, my body sinking into the okayish fabric wedged between an old lady and a teenage boy. I let out a sigh of sadness, knowing I have to endure this cramped space for the next eight hours. However, as the plane takes off, I can’t shake the arousal building inside me. The lewd incident from earlier today have left me feeling undeniably horny, and my mind begins to wander. Excusing myself to the bathroom, my heart races as I navigate down the aisle. Once inside, I lock the door behind me and lean back against the sink. My hand slips under my panty, and I feel the heat radiating from my core. My pussy is already wet, and a soft moan escapes my lips as I begin to rub my sensitive lips. I put my legs up on the toilet, spreading my legs wider, my ass resting on the sink, I slide one finger inside myself. I bite my lips, breath hitching, as I add a second finger, losing myself in the moment. I think of Mark Fucking me. I fuck myself with hard as my juices spill to the floor. The pleasure builds, and I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. I bite my lips harder, finally tipping over and letting my juices slpash, making a mess on the floor. Catching my breath, I quickly clean up the mess with handful of toilet paper. Flushing the evidence away repeatedly is a challenge, but I managed. One last look in the mirror reveals flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes, filled with satisfaction. I return to my seat, my body tired as I settle back in. Closing my eyes, I drift off to sleep, relishing the moment of relaxation I’ve earned. Hours later, I wake up just before descent, stretching my arms above my head and relishing the ache in my muscles. As the plane lands, I make my way to the Exit. [[Henito|12]]

:: Buisness class The cabin crew greets me warmly as I board the plane, and a thrill runs through me as they usher me to my seat. I settle in, my body sinking into the plush fabric as I let out a sigh of relief, savoring the feeling of luxury. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/XNDFhTJJ/Untitled-design-17.png" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 40%; height: 40%;"> However, as the plane takes off, I can’t shake the arousal building inside me. The lewd incidents from earlier today have left me feeling undeniably horny, and my mind begins to wander. Excusing myself to the bathroom, my heart races as I navigate down the aisle. Once inside, I lock the door behind me and lean back against the sink. My hand slips under my skirt, and I feel the heat radiating from my core. My pussy is already wet, and a soft moan escapes my lips as I begin to rub my sensitive lips. I put my legs up on the toilet, spreading my legs wider, my ass resting on the sink, I slide one finger inside myself. I bite my lips, breath hitching, as I add a second finger, losing myself in the moment. I think of Mark Fucking me. I fuck myself with hard as my juices spill to the floor. The pleasure builds, and I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. I bite my lips harder, finally tipping over and letting my juices slpash, making a mess on the floor. Catching my breath, I quickly clean up the mess with handful of toilet paper. Flushing the evidence away repeatedly is a challenge, but I managed. One last look in the mirror reveals flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes, filled with satisfaction. I return to my seat, my body humming with pleasure as I settle back in. Closing my eyes, a small smile plays on my lips as I drift off to sleep, relishing the moment of relaxation I’ve earned. Hours later, I wake up just before descent, stretching my arms above my head and relishing the satisfying ache in my muscles. As the plane lands, I make my way to the Exit. [[Henito|12]] <<set $SideImage1 to "https://i.postimg.cc/mky1RXVv/Untitled-design-7.png">> <<set $SideImage3 to "https://i.postimg.cc/SNX3RBc7/plain-white-bra-and-blue-panty.jpg">> <<set $SideImage4 to "https://i.postimg.cc/rsbyMr7L/black.png">> <<include "Sidebar" >>

Braveheart <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/9MyJdbg0/a-crowded-security-check-line.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 60%; height: 60%;"> As I wait in the slow-moving line, my eyes catch something intriguing. The lady in front of me is dressed in a professional yet sexy outfit. Something peeks out of her handbag, and upon closer observation, I realize it’s an [[upgrade voucher|Upgrade Voucher]] for the same airline I’m flying with. A mischievous thought crosses my mind: Do I steal it? But then I shake my head, chuckling to myself. I don’t think I can cross that line. After all, good things happen to good people. right? [[Pull out the voucher|11.1.12.1]] [[Dont steal|11.1.12.2]]

Steal the voucher <<set $Inventory.push("[[Upgrade Voucher]]")>> Despite my better judgment, I decide to steal the voucher. It’s so easy to take, peeking out of her handbag just within reach. I glance around, noticing that no one is paying attention to me. Standing close to her back, I see her focused intently on her phone, editing a picture of herself in a orange bikini by a pool, applying filters that make the scene look even more luxurious—probably taken at the fancy hotel where she’s been staying, i guess. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/0Q1Cym5s/pexels-alohaphotostudio-5023929.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 30%; height: 30%;"> With her attention fully on her phone, I seize the moment. I reach into her Louis Vuitton handbag and pull out the upgrade voucher, feeling a rush of adrenaline. Once I have it in my grasp, I quickly retreat back to my original position, my heart racing as I scan the area, ensuring no one saw me make the daring move. [[clear security|11.1.12.12]]

Clear security After a few minutes, I finally reach the end of the security line. I drop my things into the tray and step forward, waiting behind the person in front of me as they pass through the scanner. As I wait, something catches my eye—a secluded stall across the way. Through the small gap at the bottom of the door, I can see two sets of legs. One belongs to a clothed security woman, but the other pair is bare. My gaze drops to the floor, where I notice a pile of clothing—a pair of pants, a shirt, and just now, a blue bra joining the pile. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/0N4yYdMT/Untitled-design-6.png" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 30%; height: 30%;"> I’m surprised, wondering if the woman behind the screen is standing there in nothing but her panties. The thought sends a tingle to my pussy, my mind wandering as I imagine the scene. The flimsy screen looks like a gust of wind could easily expose her. The idea alone makes me feel a surge of heat, and I realize my pussy is getting wet, the sensation making my juices start to leak into my panties. I’m snapped back to reality as the scanner beeps, signaling that it's my turn. I step forward, nervous energy buzzing through me, but as I pass through, there's no alarm, no beep. I exhale, relieved for a moment, my thoughts still scattered. [[Go to Boarding Gate|11.1.12.12.1]]

Airline Boarding gate <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/L47YvLCg/Untitled-design-19.png" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 40%; height: 40%;"> I reach the gate listed on my boarding pass, but a small voice in the back of my mind urges me to double-check. Better safe than sorry, I think to myself. I approach the gate attendant with a polite smile. "Hello, could you please confirm if this is the correct gate for my flight?" I ask, holding up my boarding pass. The attendant quickly scans the information and nods. "Yes, you’re at the right gate, and the flight is on time." Feeling a wave of relief, I thank her. <<if $Inventory.includes("[[Upgrade Voucher]]")>> [[Upgrade to Business Class|11.1.12.12.2]] <<else>> **Upgrade to Business Class** (You do not have Upgrade Voucher) <</if>> [[Board the airplane|11.1.12.3]]

Upgrade to Buisness Class "Umm, could I have my ticket upgraded? I have an upgrade voucher," I say, handing it over, trying to keep my cool even as my heart races. I can’t help but wonder if she’ll notice it was stolen, but I remind myself that the voucher didn’t have a name on it—it could belong to anyone. The attendant takes the voucher and taps away at her computer. After a moment, she looks up with a smile. "Here you go Miss! Your ticket has been upgraded." <<set $Inventory.pop("Upgrade Voucher")>> A wave of relief washes over me, and I can't believe my good fortune. The attendant's tone softens, and she suddenly seems much nicer, treating me like a valued passenger. "Here’s your upgraded ticket, and I’ve also given you access to our exclusive lounge. Enjoy your flight!" I thank her, heart still pounding, but now from excitement. With lounge access and an upgraded seat, I’m feeling pretty lucky. [[Go to the Lounge|11.1.12.12.3]]

Stalker Alert <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/8kFB11xW/magicstudio-art-65.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 40%; height: 40%;"> I step into the lounge, and it feels luxurious, with an ambiance that screams high class. The elegant decor and soft lighting create a serene atmosphere. My eyes immediately catch sight of the buffet, filled with an array of aesthetically pleasing dishes. I grab a plate and carefully select a few attractive items, unsure of their names. As I approach a waiter, I ask for a glass of wine to accompany my meal. I find a lonely corner table facing the runway, where I can watch the planes take off and land. Suddenly, a gentleman dressed in neat casual attire, likely in his early 40s, approaches me. He has an air of confidence that makes me uneasy. “I see what you did,” he says, his voice smooth. “You stole that voucher in the security line.” Shock and nerves flood through me, and my heart begins to pound. “I also see you upgraded your seat,” he continues, smirking at me. “So a crime has been committed.” I swallow hard, my mind racing. “What do you want?” I ask quietly, trying to maintain my composure. His smirk widens. “Something to keep my mouth shut. I’d settle for whatever you’re wearing under that skirt. Right here, right now.” My face flushes with shock, and I struggle to find my voice, the gravity of the situation sinking in. [[Remove my panty|11.1.12.12.4]] [[Leave the lounge Immediatly, and go to the boarding gate|11.1.12.12.31]] <<set $SideImage1 to "https://i.postimg.cc/mky1RXVv/Untitled-design-7.png">> <<set $SideImage3 to "https://i.postimg.cc/SNX3RBc7/plain-white-bra-and-blue-panty.jpg">> <<set $SideImage4 to "https://i.postimg.cc/mgCnN7XP/gml4wu68.png">> <<include "Sidebar" >>

Buisness class I leave my chair abruptly, leaving behind my unfinished wine and food without answering the stranger. Fear grips me as I make my way to the boarding gate, wondering if he might actually tell airport security about what I did. As I walk through the gate, a sense of pride washes over me. I glide past the long line of economy passengers, smoothly navigating through the empty business class line. I can’t help but catch their envious glances, feeling a thrill of privilege as I make my way. The cabin crew greets me warmly as I board the plane, and a thrill runs through me as they usher me to my seat. I settle in, my body sinking into the plush fabric as I let out a sigh of relief, savoring the feeling of luxury. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/XNDFhTJJ/Untitled-design-17.png" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 40%; height: 40%;"> However, as the plane takes off, I can’t shake the arousal building inside me. The lewd incidents from earlier today have left me feeling undeniably horny, and my mind begins to wander. Excusing myself to the bathroom, my heart races as I navigate down the aisle. Once inside, I lock the door behind me and lean back against the sink. My hand slips under my skirt, and I feel the heat radiating from my core. My pussy is already wet, and a soft moan escapes my lips as I begin to rub my sensitive lips. I put my legs up on the toilet, spreading my legs wider, my ass resting on the sink, I slide one finger inside myself. I bite my lips, breath hitching, as I add a second finger, losing myself in the moment. I think of Mark Fucking me. I fuck myself with hard as my juices spill to the floor. The pleasure builds, and I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. I bite my lips harder, finally tipping over and letting my juices slpash, making a mess on the floor. Catching my breath, I quickly clean up the mess with handful of toilet paper. Flushing the evidence away repeatedly is a challenge, but I managed. One last look in the mirror reveals flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes, filled with satisfaction. I return to my seat, my body humming with pleasure as I settle back in. Closing my eyes, a small smile plays on my lips as I drift off to sleep, relishing the moment of relaxation I’ve earned. Hours later, I wake up just before descent, stretching my arms above my head and relishing the satisfying ache in my muscles. As the plane lands, I make my way to the Exit. [[Henito|12]] <<set $SideImage1 to "https://i.postimg.cc/mky1RXVv/Untitled-design-7.png">> <<set $SideImage3 to "https://i.postimg.cc/SNX3RBc7/plain-white-bra-and-blue-panty.jpg">> <<set $SideImage4 to "https://i.postimg.cc/mgCnN7XP/gml4wu68.png">> <<include "Sidebar" >>

Lewd actions My heart races as shock washes over me. The thought of getting detained and facing jail time grips me tightly. One mistake, one crime, and my hopes of being a park ranger—or any other respectable job—would be shattered. I curse myself for putting myself in this position. I glance around the lounge; it’s a quiet place, with people minding their own business, unaware of the turmoil brewing within me. My hands instinctively move to my thighs, sliding down toward my knees. The weight of the situation presses down on me as I push my fingers under my skirt, up my thighs, and grasp the waistband of my panties. With shaky breaths, I slide them down to my knees, lifting my hips slightly to free myself from the fabric As I look down, I see the dried wet patch of my juices on the material, a reminder of the excitement from the view of the security stall earlier. I quickly roll my panties into a tight ball, ready to hand them over. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/6pnX738t/59aennoo.png" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 60%; height: 60%;"> Before I can change my mind, he snatches them from my hands, a glint of amusement in his eyes. He takes a moment to inspect them, openly rubbing his fingers over the dried wet patch. “Slut,” he mutters with a smirk before turning on his heel and leaving, leaving me stunned, embarrassed, and bare under my skirt. [[Board the flight|11.1.12.12.5]] [[The stalker Snitches to the Security|Apologies]]** available only in darker version** <<set $SideImage1 to "https://i.postimg.cc/mky1RXVv/Untitled-design-7.png">> <<set $SideImage3 to "https://i.postimg.cc/SNX3RBc7/plain-white-bra-and-blue-panty.jpg">> <<set $SideImage4 to "https://i.postimg.cc/rsbyMr7L/black.png">> <<include "Sidebar" >>

Buisness class As I walk through the gate, a sense of pride washes over me. I glide past the long line of economy passengers, smoothly navigating through the empty business class line. I can’t help but catch their envious glances, feeling a thrill of privilege as I make my way. If only they knew that I’m not wearing anything under my skirt, I think to myself with a smirk. The cabin crew greets me warmly as I board the plane, and a thrill runs through me as they usher me to my seat. I settle in, my body sinking into the plush fabric as I let out a sigh of relief, savoring the feeling of luxury. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/XNDFhTJJ/Untitled-design-17.png" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 40%; height: 40%;"> However, as the plane takes off, I can’t shake the arousal building inside me. The lewd incidents from earlier today have left me feeling undeniably horny, and my mind begins to wander. Excusing myself to the bathroom, my heart races as I navigate down the aisle. Once inside, I lock the door behind me and lean back against the sink. My hand slips under my skirt, and I feel the heat radiating from my core. My pussy is already wet, and a soft moan escapes my lips as I begin to rub my sensitive lips. I put my legs up on the toilet, spreading my legs wider, my ass resting on the sink, I slide one finger inside myself. I bite my lips, breath hitching, as I add a second finger, losing myself in the moment. I think of Mark Fucking me. I fuck myself with hard as my juices spill to the floor. The pleasure builds, and I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. I bite my lips harder, finally tipping over and letting my juices slpash, making a mess on the floor. Catching my breath, I quickly clean up the mess with handful of toilet paper. Flushing the evidence away repeatedly is a challenge, but I managed. One last look in the mirror reveals flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes, filled with satisfaction. I return to my seat, my body humming with pleasure as I settle back in. Closing my eyes, a small smile plays on my lips as I drift off to sleep, relishing the moment of relaxation I’ve earned. Hours later, I wake up just before descent, stretching my arms above my head and relishing the satisfying ache in my muscles. As the plane lands, I make my way to the Exit. [[Henito|12]] <<set $SideImage1 to "https://i.postimg.cc/mky1RXVv/Untitled-design-7.png">> <<set $SideImage3 to "https://i.postimg.cc/SNX3RBc7/plain-white-bra-and-blue-panty.jpg">> <<set $SideImage4 to "https://i.postimg.cc/rsbyMr7L/black.png">> <<include "Sidebar" >>

Clear security <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/FzQtsPFJ/magicstudio-art-63.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 40%; height: 40%;"> After a few minutes, I finally reach the end of the security line. I drop my things into the tray and step forward, waiting behind the person in front of me as they pass through the scanner. As I wait, something catches my eye—a secluded stall across the way. Through the small gap at the bottom of the door, I can see two sets of legs. One belongs to a clothed security woman, but the other pair is bare. My gaze drops to the floor, where I notice a pile of clothing—a pair of pants, a shirt, and just now, a blue bra joining the pile. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/0N4yYdMT/Untitled-design-6.png" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 30%; height: 30%;"> I’m surprised, wondering if the woman behind the screen is standing there in nothing but her panties. The thought sends a tingle to my pussy, my mind wandering as I imagine the scene. The flimsy screen looks like a gust of wind could easily expose her. The idea alone makes me feel a surge of heat, and I realize my pussy is getting wet, the sensation making my juices start to leak into my panties. I’m snapped back to reality as the scanner beeps, signaling that it's my turn. I step forward, nervous energy buzzing through me, but as I pass through, there's no alarm, no beep. I exhale, relieved for a moment, my thoughts still scattered. [[Go to Boarding Gate|11.1.12.12.1]]

Economy horror As I walk through the gate, I see passengers rushing around, creating a chaotic scene. I wait in the long line of economy passengers, glancing at a few people who are smoothly making their way through the empty business class line. I feel a twinge of jealousy, realizing how underprivileged I am as I stand here. I can’t help but think that I should have taken advantage of that upgrade voucher from the woman earlier in the security line. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/wjnwp1j1/Untitled-design-16.png" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 40%; height: 40%;"> The cabin crew greets me warmly as I board the plane, and a thrill runs through me as they usher me to my seat.I settle into my seat, my body sinking into the okayish fabric wedged between an old lady and a teenage boy. I let out a sigh of sadness, knowing I have to endure this cramped space for the next eight hours. However, as the plane takes off, I can’t shake the arousal building inside me. The lewd incidents from earlier today have left me feeling undeniably horny, and my mind begins to wander. Excusing myself to the bathroom, my heart races as I navigate down the aisle. Once inside, I lock the door behind me and lean back against the sink. My hand slips under my panty, and I feel the heat radiating from my core. My pussy is already wet, and a soft moan escapes my lips as I begin to rub my sensitive lips. I put my legs up on the toilet, spreading my legs wider, my ass resting on the sink, I slide one finger inside myself. I bite my lips, breath hitching, as I add a second finger, losing myself in the moment. I think of Mark Fucking me. I fuck myself with hard as my juices spill to the floor. The pleasure builds, and I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. I bite my lips harder, finally tipping over and letting my juices slpash, making a mess on the floor. Catching my breath, I quickly clean up the mess with handful of toilet paper. Flushing the evidence away repeatedly is a challenge, but I managed. One last look in the mirror reveals flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes, filled with satisfaction. I return to my seat, my body tired as I settle back in. Closing my eyes, I drift off to sleep, relishing the moment of relaxation I’ve earned. Hours later, I wake up just before descent, stretching my arms above my head and relishing the ache in my muscles. As the plane lands, I make my way to the Exit. [[Henito|12]] <<set $SideImage1 to "https://i.postimg.cc/mky1RXVv/Untitled-design-7.png">> <<set $SideImage3 to "https://i.postimg.cc/SNX3RBc7/plain-white-bra-and-blue-panty.jpg">> <<set $SideImage4 to "https://i.postimg.cc/mgCnN7XP/gml4wu68.png">> <<include "Sidebar" >>

Skyline Grill [[Bacon Cheeseburger|11.1.1]]: A juicy burger topped with crispy bacon and melted cheese, served with fries. [[Caesar Salad|11.1.1]]: Fresh romaine lettuce tossed with creamy Caesar dressing, croutons, and Parmesan cheese. [[Grilled Chicken Sandwich|11.1.1]]: Tender grilled chicken breast with lettuce, tomato, and chipotle mayo on a toasted bun. <<back>>

Pasta Express [[Spaghetti Carbonara|11.1.1]]: Classic spaghetti tossed with pancetta, egg, and Parmesan cheese in a creamy sauce. [[Fettuccine Alfredo|11.1.1]]: Rich fettuccine noodles coated in a velvety Alfredo sauce with a sprinkle of parsley. [[Pesto Penne|11.1.1]]: Penne pasta mixed with fresh basil pesto, cherry tomatoes, and pine nuts. <<back>>

:: Taco Haven [[Chicken Tacos|11.1.1]]: Soft corn tortillas filled with seasoned grilled chicken, topped with fresh salsa and avocado. [[Beef Burrito|11.1.1]]: A large flour tortilla stuffed with seasoned beef, beans, cheese, and zesty sauce. [[Veggie Quesadilla|11.1.1]]: Grilled tortillas filled with a mix of cheese, bell peppers, and onions, served with salsa. <<back>>

Asian Bistro [[Teriyaki Chicken Bowl|11.1.1]]: Grilled chicken glazed with teriyaki sauce, served over rice with steamed vegetables. [[Sushi Roll Platter|11.1.1]]: A variety of sushi rolls including California rolls, spicy tuna, and veggie rolls. [[Pad Thai|11.1.1]]: Stir-fried rice noodles with shrimp, peanuts, and bean sprouts in a tangy sauce. <<back>>

Security Check <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/FzQtsPFJ/magicstudio-art-63.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 40%; height: 40%;"> As I walk through the security scanner, I suddenly hear a loud beep. The security woman calls me aside and asks me to step into a small stall that has only a curtain for a door. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/0N4yYdMT/Untitled-design-6.png" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 30%; height: 30%;"> “Step in, please,” she says, her voice stern. I do as I'm told, feeling a wave of nervousness wash over me. She instructs me to strip one item at a time for a thorough check. I feel a surge of excitement as I undo the buttons on my blouse, revealing my white bra underneath. I slowly slip my skirt down over my hips, exposing my blue panties. My heart races as I reach behind my back, unhooking my bra and letting it fall to the ground, feeling my nipples harden in the cool air. Suddenly, a gust of air causes the curtain to shift slightly as it was not properly hooked, revealing me to a couple of guys standing in the queue. Their stunned expressions send a shock through me as I realize I’m standing there in my panties, completely exposed. “Oh my god!” I gasp, quickly covering my boobs in shame. I turn to the security woman, yelling, “What the hell?!” She rushes to pull the curtain closed. “I’m so sorry!” she exclaims, her face flushed with embarrassment. “I didn’t mean for that to happen.” I look at her, my heart racing. Anger bubbles inside me, but there's something else—something that sends a thrill through me and makes my pulse quicken. I can't believe it, but I’m getting turned on. [[Vent out your anger at the women|11.21]] [[Accidents happen, Forgive her |11.22]] <<set $SideImage1 to "https://i.postimg.cc/rsbyMr7L/black.png">> <<set $SideImage3 to "https://i.postimg.cc/rsbyMr7L/black.png">> <<set $SideImage4 to "https://i.postimg.cc/mgCnN7XP/gml4wu68.png">> <<include "Sidebar" >>

Anger Management I scream at the security woman, my voice trembling with anger. She panics, her eyes wide, and stammers an apology as I scramble to dress up quickly. My hands shake as I button my blouse and zip up my skirt, the embarrassment still burning through me. She frantically calls for her supervisor, and I stand there fuming, venting all my frustration. “How could you let that happen? This is unacceptable!” I snap, my voice rising. The security woman looks flustered, repeating her apologies, but it does little to calm me down. Moments later, the supervisor arrives, wearing a concerned expression. “I’m terribly sorry for the incident,” he says in a calming tone. “We take full responsibility for what happened, and we deeply regret the inconvenience caused.” I cross my arms, still angry. "This is Horrible!" I scold, still livid. The supervisor, trying to soothe the situation, finally says, “Please accept our sincerest apologies. As a token of our regret, we’d like to offer you an upgrade voucher for your airline.” I’m still furious, but with no real choice, I begrudgingly take the voucher, even though I know nothing can make up for the embarrassment. [[Boarding gate|11.21.1]] <<set $SideImage1 to "https://i.postimg.cc/mky1RXVv/Untitled-design-7.png">> <<set $SideImage3 to "https://i.postimg.cc/SNX3RBc7/plain-white-bra-and-blue-panty.jpg">> <<set $SideImage4 to "https://i.postimg.cc/mgCnN7XP/gml4wu68.png">> <<include "Sidebar" >>

Buisness class I walk to the boarding gate, fuming about what happened to me. I glide past the long line of economy passengers, smoothly navigating through the empty business class line. I can’t help but catch their envious glances, feeling a thrill of privilege as I make my way. I hand my economy class boarding pass along with the upgrade voucher to the airline attendant. She smiles as she quickly upgrades me and hands me a business class ticket. The cabin crew greets me warmly as I board the plane, and a thrill runs through me as they usher me to my seat. I settle in, my body sinking into the plush fabric as I let out a sigh of relief, savoring the feeling of luxury. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/XNDFhTJJ/Untitled-design-17.png" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 40%; height: 40%;"> However, as the plane takes off, I can’t shake the arousal building inside me. The lewd incident from earlier today have left me feeling undeniably horny, and my mind begins to wander. Excusing myself to the bathroom, my heart races as I navigate down the aisle. Once inside, I lock the door behind me and lean back against the sink. My hand slips under my skirt, and I feel the heat radiating from my core. My pussy is already wet, and a soft moan escapes my lips as I begin to rub my sensitive lips. I put my legs up on the toilet, spreading my legs wider, my ass resting on the sink, I slide one finger inside myself. I bite my lips, breath hitching, as I add a second finger, losing myself in the moment. I think of Mark Fucking me. I fuck myself with hard as my juices spill to the floor. The pleasure builds, and I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. I bite my lips harder, finally tipping over and letting my juices slpash, making a mess on the floor. Catching my breath, I quickly clean up the mess with handful of toilet paper. Flushing the evidence away repeatedly is a challenge, but I managed. One last look in the mirror reveals flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes, filled with satisfaction. I return to my seat, my body humming with pleasure as I settle back in. Closing my eyes, a small smile plays on my lips as I drift off to sleep, relishing the moment of relaxation I’ve earned. Hours later, I wake up just before descent, stretching my arms above my head and relishing the satisfying ache in my muscles. As the plane lands, I make my way to the Exit. [[Henito|12]]

Anger Management My anger quickly shifts into embarrassment as the reality of the situation sinks in. Trying to steady myself, I tell the security woman, "It’s okay... I understand. It was an accident." I hurriedly button up my blouse, my hands trembling, and pull my skirt back on, feeling the weight of my shame. My panties are damp with juices I can’t control, making me even more flustered. I step out of the stall, my face flushed and hot, walking toward the boarding gate with my head down, my cheeks burning with humiliation. [[boarding gate|11.22.1]] <<set $SideImage1 to "https://i.postimg.cc/mky1RXVv/Untitled-design-7.png">> <<set $SideImage3 to "https://i.postimg.cc/SNX3RBc7/plain-white-bra-and-blue-panty.jpg">> <<set $SideImage4 to "https://i.postimg.cc/mgCnN7XP/gml4wu68.png">> <<include "Sidebar" >>

Economy horror As I walk through the boarding gate, I see passengers rushing around, creating a chaotic scene. I wait in the long line of economy passengers, glancing at a few people who are smoothly making their way through the empty business class line. I feel a twinge of jealousy, realizing how underprivileged I am as I stand here. I can’t help but think that I should have taken advantage of that horror incident at the security check to get an upgrade to Buissness class. I stand in the long, slow-moving queue, feeling my pussy still dripping juices into my panties. The wetness against my crotch grows with each passing moment thinking about my embarrassment at the security check, making me squirm in discomfort. I can even feel a couple of drops slowly sliding down my thigh, adding to my embarrassment. The cabin crew greets me warmly as I board the plane, and a thrill runs through me as they usher me to my seat.I settle into my seat, my body sinking into the okayish fabric wedged between an old lady and a teenage boy. I let out a sigh of sadness, knowing I have to endure this cramped space for the next eight hours. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/wjnwp1j1/Untitled-design-16.png" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 40%; height: 40%;"> However, as the plane takes off, I can’t shake the arousal building inside me. The lewd incident from earlier today have left me feeling undeniably horny, and my mind begins to wander. Excusing myself to the bathroom, my heart races as I navigate down the aisle. Once inside, I lock the door behind me and lean back against the sink. My hand slips under my panty, and I feel the heat radiating from my core. My pussy is already wet, and a soft moan escapes my lips as I begin to rub my sensitive lips. I put my legs up on the toilet, spreading my legs wider, my ass resting on the sink, I slide one finger inside myself. I bite my lips, breath hitching, as I add a second finger, losing myself in the moment. I think of Mark Fucking me. I fuck myself with hard as my juices spill to the floor. The pleasure builds, and I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. I bite my lips harder, finally tipping over and letting my juices slpash, making a mess on the floor. Catching my breath, I quickly clean up the mess with handful of toilet paper. Flushing the evidence away repeatedly is a challenge, but I managed. One last look in the mirror reveals flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes, filled with satisfaction. I return to my seat, my body tired as I settle back in. Closing my eyes, I drift off to sleep, relishing the moment of relaxation I’ve earned. Hours later, I wake up just before descent, stretching my arms above my head and relishing the ache in my muscles. As the plane lands, I make my way to the Exit. [[Henito|12]]

Santa Rosa International Airport After picking up my bags, I step outside and am immediately hit by the intense heat. It’s so much hotter and more humid than back home, and I can feel sweat starting to form under my clothes. The atmosphere is chaotic—people shouting, taxi drivers yelling to get customers' attention. I was told they’d send a taxi for me, and amidst the rush, I spot an older man holding a sign with my name on it. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/cJktstc4/2017.png" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 60%; height: 60%;"> I walk up to him, saying, "Hi, I’m Stacy Quinn." He looks me up and down, then nods, saying, "Yes, yes," He moves toward me, placing his hands on my bags. "Bag inside, I put. You inside car," he says in broken English. It’s clear he doesn’t speak much English. He takes my luggage and loads it into the trunk while I slide into the back seat of the car. [[To Cielo Claro|13]]

To Cielo Carlo Soon, we’re out of the city and onto the expressway. The buildings give way to trees and farms, and the noise of the city fades into peaceful silence. At least it’s not hot anymore—the car’s air conditioning keeps things cool. I gaze out at the scenery as we drive, knowing it’s a four-hour journey to the town of Cielo Carlo in Villanueva State. The driver is unusally quiet throughout the drive. I spend most of the time admiring the view and wondering what Mark might be doing back home. Eventually, we reach the quiet town of Cielo Carlo—low-populated, with beautifully painted houses lining the streets. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/y6gnLj0y/jonas-jacobsson-d2dbq-AIX6-Ws-unsplash.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 60%; height: 60%;"> The driver stops next to a blue-painted building, turns back to me, and says, “Motel here, room, room, usted refrescarse, entiende? He looks at me trying to make me understand his broken english. "Take bath, eat.” he says. [[Check in Motel|14]]

Check in Motel <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/QdtdfdfW/danielle-barnes-xmwglj-KYFf-A-unsplash.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 60%; height: 60%;"> I get out of the car, only to be hit by the hot, humid air. The driver helps me unload my bags, and a [[boy|Argentino]] standing in front of the motel approaches me. “Do you need help with your bags?” he asks. I’m surprised by his English. “Aren’t you a bit young to be working?” “No, no! [[Argentino]] is 18, a big boy now!” he replies with a grin. <<set $Characters.includes ("[[Argentino]]")>> “Ha ha, how much do you charge?” “Do you have dollars? U.S. dollars?” he asks. “Argentino gives you the best price—10 dollars.” “Okay, fine. Thank you, Argento,” I say. His face lights up, and he quickly picks up my bags, darting inside and out as he takes all my bags into the blue building. [[Go Inside|15]]

Motel A big, [[heavyset man|Javier Ruiz]] in his late 40s stands behind the reception desk, smiling. “Welcome to Cielo Carlo, Señora Stacy. I am Ruiz . The owner of this motel. [[Señor Cole|Ethan Cole]] informed me you would be coming. I got you the best room.” He places a key on the desk and speaks to Argentino in Spanish, “Llévala a la habitación deluxe y muéstrale.” (Take Señora Stacy to the deluxe room and show her.) <<set $Characters.push ("[[Ethan Cole]]")>> “Come this way, Señora,” Argentino says. “Oh, please call me Stacy,” I reply with a laugh. We head to the first floor as Argentino leads me to my room. The hallways are narrow and dark. The room is okay—not bad—just a bedroom with an attached bathroom and a balcony. It’s not luxury, but it’s comfortable. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/tgD9JPkY/2017-1.png" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 60%; height: 60%;"> “This is the best room,” Argentino says. “If you ever require help with anything—food, tour guide, electronics, anything—ask me. Argentino gives only the best price.” I take a $10 bill from my purse and hand it to him as he smiles and leaves. Before he goes, he says, “Señora… sorry, Stacy, if you have any problems, call me.” He hands me a piece of paper with his number written on it. I lie back on the bed in exhaustion, staring up at the ceiling as loneliness washes over me, feeling the silence in the room. [[Freshen up|16]]

Shower As I relax for a few minutes, I decide it’s time for a shower. I need to freshen up before meeting everyone at the wildlife park. I open my bags and take out some clothes and toiletries. Stripping naked right in the room, I grab a towel and my toothbrush before heading to the bathroom. The bathroom is simple but functional. The cold tiles on the floor and walls feel uninviting, and there's only one sink. A mirror hangs above it, reflecting my naked body, glistening with sweat. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/rynHd9M3/magicstudio-art-43.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 40%; height: 40%;"> The modern toilet sits nearby, and the shower head offers only a cold setting. Considering how hot and humid it is outside, who would want a hot shower? As I brush my teeth, I glance at my reflection, noticing my body glistening with my sweat. My nipples harden, and a rush of warmth floods through me, making me feel even hotter. I spit and gargle my mouth and then then turn to shower. [[Shower|17]]

Shower <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/rynHd9M3/magicstudio-art-43.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 40%; height: 40%;"> I turn on the shower, feeling the cool droplets of water splash against my bare skin. The sensation is invigorating, and I can feel my nipples harden in response to the chill. I step into the shower, letting the water cascade down my body, washing away the sweat. My pussy begans to tingle as my thoughts drift to the airport yesterday.I close my eyes, imagining myself at the airport, completely exposed and vulnerable. I can feel my heart racing, my breath coming in shallow gasps as I imagine being stripped and exposed in such a public setting.I can feel the eyes of the security agents on me, their gazes lingering on my bare breasts, my exposed pussy. I reach down, my fingers finding my clit, already swollen and sensitive. I begin to rub slow circles around it, feeling a little bit of hair growing around my pussy, my breath hitching as I feel the familiar surge of pleasure building inside of me. I imagine the security agents watching me, their cocks hardening as they see my naked body, my arousal. I slip my fingers inside of myself, feeling the slick warmth of my pussy. I imagine the security agents approaching me, their hands reaching out to touch me, to explore my body. I imagine their fingers sliding inside of me, their mouths closing around my nipples, their tongues teasing my clit. I can feel myself on the verge of orgasm, my body trembling with pleasure. I imagine the security agents watching me, their eyes glazed with lust as they see me cum, my pussy clenching around their fingers, my body shuddering with pleasure. I open my eyes, the water from the shower still cascading down my body. I can feel the orgasm subsiding, my body still trembling with pleasure. I slip my fingers out of myself, washing my juices under the shower. I smile, knowing that the fantasy is over, but the pleasure still lingers. I step out of the shower, feeling refreshed and invigorated, ready to move on. [[Get ready|18]]

Guilt <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/tgD9JPkY/2017-1.png" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 40%; height: 40%;"> I step out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, feeling the post orgasm bliss. As I blow-dry my hair, I glance at the balcony, but the view is only of trees, obscured by a sheer curtain giving 100% privacy in my room. I really do not want to obstruct the fresh air flowing into the room. I remove my towel, wiping under my arms, along my thighs, and my pussy thoroughly. A wave of realization washes over me: this is the first time I’ve masturbated while thinking about something else other than my boyfriend. Guilt tightens my chest, and a frown appears on my face. I convince myself it's just a fantasy. I quickly slip on a simple bra and panty, followed by a t-shirt and jeans. I lace up my boots, grab my handbag, and lock my room. Stepping out into the dimly lit hallway. [[Find the taxi Driver|19]]

Reception Rules and Gesture <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/1Xp8fYGx/magicstudio-art-67.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 40%; height: 40%;"> I walk down the dark hallway, with all the other rooms silent and devoid of activity. As I step outside, I pass the reception desk where the owner, Ruiz, stops me. “Senora Stacy, just a moment,” he says with a big smile, his Spanish accent thick. “I want to tell you—I leave motel at 9 PM. No one here after till 7 AM. If you need cleaning for room or washing, you just tell me, and I do it.” "Okay Ruiz, i will keep that in mind" I tell him. He continues, “I also take food vouchers, so you NO have to pay for meals. Some shops, they no take food vouchers. If you need to change U.S. dollars, I can help with that, sí?” I nod, appreciating his help. “Where can I buy toothpaste and stuffs?” I ask. "Senora! Si! i have toothpaste. I keep toothpaste in bathroom.No toothpaste in bathroom?" His face turns confused. " No, No Ruiz! I have it in my room. But i also need to buy other stuff as well, you know!" i explain him. “Si! Si Senora! lo siento! (i am sorry) Just around the corner, very close,” he replies with a smile. " Thank you Ruiz. Graci-as! " i say smiling. " De nada! De nada" He grins. After our conversation, I step out into the street and spot the old taxi driver sitting in his car, reading a newspaper. As I approach, he looks up, and we prepare to leave for the wildlife reserve. [[Henito Wildlife Reserve|20]]

Code Red <<set $age to "26">> I turn toward the source of the sound, my heart racing as I see people running in panic. The massive gate of the gorilla enclosure lies on the ground, and to my shock, the gorilla is on the loose, grabbing a person and hoisting them onto its shoulder. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/fWdX2kK4/angry-gorilla-escape-cage-cine.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 30%; height: 30%;"> “Code Red! We have a gorilla escape in the main enclosure. I need backup."i scream over the radio. Instinct kicks in; I dash toward the nearby [[Quick Response room.|3]]

Wildlife Entrance The taxi drives for about 20 minutes, leaving the town behind and heading into a strange, unsettling quiet. The usual sounds of manmade nature fade away, replaced by a deep, eerie silence. Up ahead, I see what looks like the entrance—just an old, broken wooden gate and a muddy path stretching out into the distance. A small, faded sign is barely readable as we pass by, with "[[Henito Wildlife Reserve]]" written on it, the rest of the words too worn to make out. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/2y0cMQQN/2017-6.png" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 60%; height: 60%;"> The area around the entrance is unnervingly still—no people, no noise. The forest in the distance looks dark and thick, like it's hiding something. The air feels heavy, almost like something is watching from within the trees. The only sound is the soft hum of the taxi engine, the silence around us making everything feel even more isolated. [[Station Basecamp|21]]

Basecamp <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/Cx01KbkV/2017-4.png" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 60%; height: 60%;"> After about 300 meters, we arrive at the office of the wildlife reserve. Standing outside, I spot someone in a park ranger uniform. As the car gets closer, I realize it’s a familiar face from pictures—[[Ethan Cole]], the chief ranger. Seeing an American face here brings some comfort. He opens the car door with a warm smile. "Welcome, welcome, Miss Stacy." I step out and smile back. "Hello, Chief Cole." We shake hands, his grip strong and firm. "I hope you had a wonderful trip?" he asks. "It was good, but a long travel. I already miss home," I reply with a chuckle. "Hah! You’ll forget about home soon enough with all the work here," he laughs. "Come on, let’s go meet the team." Before I can respond, the taxi driver approaches. "Senora, money?" he asks, finally speaking to me. "Oh yes, how much?" I start to ask, but Chief Cole interrupts. "It’s okay, Juan," he says in Spanish, his tone firm. He continues in Spanish, ""Vete, Juan. ¿Quieres que te meta en la cárcel? (Get off, Juan. Do you want me to put you in jail?)" I don’t understand the words, but the driver’s face falls, and he walks away sadly. "What happened?," I tell Chief Cole. "It’s fine, Stacy. The government handles our expenses. He was just trying to get a bit extra from you," he explains. "Come on, let’s go inside." As we walk into the office, I hear the fading sound of the taxi driving away. [[The Crew|22]]

The crew We enter the station building, and I notice it's a bit old and dusty. As we step inside, I see three people—two men and one woman—sitting around a table. The table has radio equipment and a [[large map|Map]] of the reserve spread out on it. They see me, smile, and stand up. Chief Cole introduces me, "Guys, meet Stacy Quinn, our new park ranger. She's from America." I smile at them as they smile back at me. One by one, they introduce themselves. The woman steps forward first. "[[Lisa Crawford]], from France. Finally, another female for company. The guys are very boring," she laughs. "Just kidding." <<set $Characters.push("[[Lisa Crawford]]")>> Next, a tall guy with an easygoing smile speaks up. "[[Liam O'Connor]], Australian. I've been here for four years." <<set $Characters.push("[[Liam O'Connor]]")>> Lastly, a rugged-looking man with a thick accent introduces himself. "[[Noah Petrov, Russian]]. I’ve been here for two years, specializing in animal behavior. Feel free to ask me anything if you need help." <<set $Characters.push("[[Noah Petrov, Russian]]")>> Lisa, with a playful smile, adds, "So, Stacy, tell us about yourself." I clear my throat, a little nervous. "Well, my name is Stacy Quinn. I actually wanted to become a cop, but life pushed me in this direction, and I’m happy about it. I have a fiancé back home, and this is my first time outside of America, so it's all very exciting for me." Chief Cole claps his hands lightly. "Alright, it's already evening, so Lisa will show you around the office and get you your equipment. You can start tomorrow morning." Then he turns to me, "Before you leave, meet me at my cabin. There are some joining forms you need to sign." Everyone gets back to work, and Lisa gently pulls me towards an area that looks like the kitchen. [[Workplace|23]]

Workplace Lisa shows me the kitchen first, pointing out the utensils and pantry. She grabs an open packet of chips and offers me some. I take a chip and pop it in my mouth. "I do most of the cooking; the guys don’t," she says with a smirk. I give her a puzzled look. "Haha, it’s not like they make me do it! They just can’t cook well; it’s better if I handle it." She adds, "Chief Cole is a bit firm, but if you follow his orders, you shouldn’t have any problems. Liam and Noah are fun! If you need anything, just ask any of us." "I feel young among you guys; I’m only 26," I say, blushing. Lisa’s face suddenly turns serious. "You’re saying I’m old?" Her words catch me off guard, making me choke on a chip. "No, I didn’t mean that!" I cough out. Lisa laughs, clearly teasing. She then shows me the restroom, which has a bunk bed that looks very uncomfortable, with a hard mattress. "And here’s the attached bathroom," she says, opening the door to reveal lockers and shower stalls. The place isn’t dirty but also not clean, with only curtains as doors remindding me of the security stall in the airport. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/44KjSdnC/2017-7.png" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 60%; height: 60%;"> "Sometimes, if you’re tired or stinky, you can use these showers," she explains. "We’re understaffed, so we’re overworked. You’ll get used to it. The work isn’t that hard. Oh, and if you need to smoke, use the last shower stall. Don’t smoke outside; Chief will kill you if he catches someone smoking close to the forest. It’s fire season, and we also have a firebug on the loose." I ask, "A firebug?" in shock. "Yeah, you’ll get a full briefing on that," she replies, moving to the next room. [[New Equipment|24]]

Perks of the job Lisa takes me to the next room, where a few lockers line the walls. On a table lies an old rifle next to a big box with "SBQ" written on it. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/RZQhzLS2/DALL-E-2024-10-13-19-26-11-An-old-worn-out-hunting-rifle-with-a-brown-handle-resting-next-to-a-l.webp" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 60%; height: 60%;"> "This is your [[rifle|Work Rifle]]," she says, pointing to it. "And the box—are your initials SBQ? What’s the 'B' for?" <<set $Inventory.push ("[[Work Rifle]]")>> <<set $Inventory.push ("[[Old Pocket Knife]]")>> <<set $Inventory.push ("[[Satellite Radio]]")>>I grin and reply, "Stacy Blue Quinn." She giggles, "Oh, that’s cute!" She continues, "The box has ammo, your uniforms, a [[radio|Satellite Radio]], boots, jackets, a [[pocket knife|Old Pocket Knife]], and everything else." Her voice becomes more serious. "Don’t lose any of it. It takes ages to get a replacement. And you can’t take your rifle outside the reserve." <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/9fQmH3Nq/2017-3.png" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 60%; height: 60%;"> We move outside to an old, dusty garage. She points to an [[old green jeep|Jeep Keys]] inside the shed. "That’s yours. The keys are in it. You can use that to go home and back." <<set $Inventory.push ("[[Jeep Keys]]")>> "Any questions?" she asks. I shake my head. "No, all good." "Great! You can go meet the Chief. I have to head into the forest; it’s my turn for patrolling tonight." She gives me a quick hug. "See you tomorrow!" I head back inside. [[Chief's Cabin|25]]

Workpalce Rules I walk to the Chief's cabin, passing the main hall where Noah sit and work. Noah looks up and smiles at me as I walk by. I knock on the door, and I hear, "Come in." As I enter, I see Chief Cole sitting behind his desk, a stack of papers with my photo on top—probably my work file. I stand there, unsure if I should sit down or wait for him to allow me. “Please sit, Stacy,” he says. “I’ve been going through your file. I’m sorry for what happened when you were a cop.” “It’s okay,” I reply with a fake smile, feeling a wave of sadness wash over me as it reminds me of my past. The Chief continues, “I’m sure your training taught you a lot, but here in the reserve, you still need experience. For the first six months, every fortnight, we will spend a day together to assess how you’re learning and improving. All of us will help you, so don’t hesitate to ask if you have any doubts.” I nod again, taking it all in. “We are understaffed and underfunded. So the roster can be a bit hectic, and you might be working alone sometimes, but we’ll show you the ropes. Every month, we’ll give you food vouchers which can be used for groceries, fuel, and other necessities. Just know that some shopkeepers might tell you they don’t accept the vouchers, so be firm; it’s legal.” I nod, remembering what Ruiz told me about the food vouchers. “Our main duty is to protect the reserve, survey, and monitor animal behavior. It’s dry season, so the forest is prone to fires. We also have a firebug on the loose; we haven’t caught him yet. We have watchtowers upto the rivers deep in the forest, and we take turns patrolling every night." He pauses before continuing, “ Past the river, its uncharted territory. For no reason you are not allowed to cross the river, you will get lost. You’ll also be meeting the mayor someday. He’s a selfish, money-minded prick who has been lobbying to open the reserve to the public, turning it into a tourist spot. We don’t want that; it would mean more work for us and harm the forest.” “That’s all for today. Go home, take a good rest, and explore the town. We’ll see you tomorrow morning,” he says. As i get up and leave, i feel his gaze on me. Probably my imagination. [[Get my Equipments|26]]

Stumbled upon I leave the Chief's office and head to the equipment room to gather my things. As I pass by the restroom, a faint noise catches my attention. Curiosity gets the better of me, and I peek inside, squinting into the dimly lit space. At first, I don’t see much, but as my eyes adjust to the shadows, I spot someone on the lower bunk. My breath catches in my throat as I realize it’s Liam. His pants are unbuckled, his cock exposed, and his hand is firmly wrapped around it. He strokes his cock with varying speeds as i can hear the sounds of his precum become a lubricant between his cock and his hand. My eyes widen in shock, but for some reason, I can’t look away. I freeze in place, staying quiet as I watch him, my heart pounding in my chest. An unexpected heat rushes through me, making my pussy tingle. My mind races, unsure what to do as i see Liam continues to rub himself, completely unaware that I’m there. I hear the Cheif call noah loudly from his cabin which gets my attention to the real world. I leave to the equipment room, grab my stuff and go outside to the garage [[Go to motel|27]] [[Stomach Grumbles again|Apologies]]** available only in darker version** <<set $SideImage1 to "https://i.postimg.cc/50WhXZ5s/magicstudio-art-7.jpg">> <<set $SideImage2 to "">> <<set $SideImage3 to "https://i.postimg.cc/qvCD21vS/magicstudio-art-9.jpg">> <<set $SideImage4 to "https://i.postimg.cc/rsbyMr7L/black.png">> <<include "Sidebar" >>

Stomach Grumbles I feel my stomach grumble worrying me a bit. I walk outside to the garage as the sun begins to set, painting the sky with shades of orange and pink. I hop into the jeep, and on the first try, it starts up—not bad, I think to myself. I turn on the AC, feeling the cool air cut through the humidity, and i check the old GPS; it works well enough. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/2jhqCZxd/magicstudio-art-1.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 60%; height: 60%;"> I start driving down the silent, muddy road. As I reach the outskirts of town, I feel my Stomach hurt again pushing the poop down. I fear I can’t hold on any longer, so I decide to relieve myself in the bushes along the empty road. I park the Jeep on the side and get out. The road is silent, with no signs of life around. I walk into the trees at the side, covering myself from plain view. Hooking my fingers into the waistband of my jeans, I pull them down along with my panties. I feel instant relief as I poop, and after finding a nearby leaf, I wipe myself almost clean. Suddenly, I hear a rustling sound and quickly look back to see an old man in shorts and a bare chest, a local gathering scraps from the woods. “Eek!” I yell as I realize my ass is exposed to him. I quickly pull my jeans up and dash back to the Jeep, my face burning with embarrassment. As I drive away, I notice the old man has disappeared, and I head toward the motel, still flustered. [[Motel|26.2]] <<include "Sidebar" >>

Motel <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/44qtH2vt/danielle-barnes-xmwglj-KYFf-A-unsplashdark.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 60%; height: 60%;"> When I arrive the motel, it's dark outside, and I park the jeep near the entrance. Argentino spots me as I get out, his eyes lighting up with curiosity. He approaches as I lock the doors. “Wow, your jeep? You ranger?” he asks, a hint of excitement in his voice. “Yes, Argentino. I’m a ranger. Do you like jeeps?” I reply, smiling as we walk toward the motel together. “I love bikes! My brother has one, and one day, I’ll get one too,” he says, enthusiasm spilling from him. I glance at the time—it’s only 7 PM, and I still have some time to spare. “Argentino, is there something to do around here to pass the time?” I ask. " If you are hungry there is an old aldy who runs a restaurant nearby, or if you want to have fun" he grins. "There is a bar 5 mins walk" [[Restaurant|27.1]] [[Bar|27.2]]

Drive to Motel I walk outside to the garage as the sun begins to set, painting the sky with shades of orange and pink. I hop into the jeep, and on the first try, it starts up—not bad, I think to myself. I turn on the AC, feeling the cool air cut through the humidity, and i check the old GPS; it works well enough. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/2jhqCZxd/magicstudio-art-1.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 60%; height: 60%;"> I start driving down the silent, muddy road. As I reach the outskirts of town, the neat road emerges, leading me back to the motel. When I arrive, it's dark outside, and I park the jeep near the entrance. Argentino spots me as I get out, his eyes lighting up with curiosity. He approaches as I lock the doors. “Wow, your jeep? You ranger?” he asks, a hint of excitement in his voice. “Yes, Argentino. I’m a ranger. Do you like jeeps?” I reply, smiling as we walk toward the motel together. “I love bikes! My brother has one, and one day, I’ll get one too,” he says, enthusiasm spilling from him. I glance at the time—it’s only 7 PM, and I still have some time to spare. “Argentino, is there something to do around here to pass the time?” I ask. " If you are hungry there is an old aldy who runs a restaurant nearby, or if you want to have fun" he grins. "There is a bar 5 mins walk" [[Restaurant|27.1]] [[Bar|27.2]]

Restaurant "Yeah, I'm hungry. Let's go to the restaurant. Would you accompany me, Argentino?" I ask, feeling a little more at ease with him. His face lights up with a big smile. "¡Sí! ¡Sí! I will tell Ruiz and come!" He rushes inside the motel and quickly returns, ready to go. As we walk down the street, I ask him about his life. Argentino opens up, telling me about how he grew up with his dad and older brother after his mom passed away when he was just five. He dreams of owning his own motel one day—"the best motel in town. Argentino gives best price!" he says, and I can’t help but chuckle along with him at his personal tagline. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/DywDmZgm/magicstudio-art-4.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 60%; height: 60%;"> We soon reach the restaurant, a small cozy place with only a couple of people inside. Behind the counter, an old lady greets us we step in, the air smelling of homemade food. [[orderFood|27.11]]

Argentino's Crush The restaurant only serves chicharrones, something I’ve never had before. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/76j6Mxny/images.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 60%; height: 60%;"> We order a plate, and I hand the lady a food voucher. She takes it with a reluctant nod, clearly not too happy about it, but she doesn’t complain. We sit at one of the small tables, and while waiting, Argentino excitedly asks about America. I tell him all about the good things. Suddenly, a group of teenagers—four boys and two girls—burst into the shop, filling the space with loud chatter and laughter. Argentino goes quiet, his posture stiffening. The group grabs their food quickly, but I notice Argentino keeps sneaking glances at one of the girls in the group. I raise an eyebrow and ask, “What’s up? Why’d you go quiet?” He hesitates, then mumbles, “They are bullies... they studied with me in school. Always mean.” I smirk, noticing how he keeps glancing at one of the girls. “And the girl you keep staring at?” His face flushes bright red with embarrassment. I laugh, teasing him, “Are you blushing? Haha!” “Stop it,” he says, playfully hitting my hand, though he’s smiling. The gang leaves on their scooters and then he admits, “I like her....” “Ooooh, what’s her name? Does she like you?” I ask, leaning in. “ Her name is [[Stella]]. I don’t know. Sometimes she looks at me, but I’ve never talked to her. She always hangs out with them, so I never got the chance,” he says shyly. <<set $Characters.push("[[Stella]]")>> I grin, leaning back. “You should go talk to her! And then,‘Argentino and Stella sitting in a tree... K-I-S-S...’” I laugh, teasing him even more. He blushes even harder, playfully hitting my hand again while laughing along with me. The old lady finally brings our food, and we dig into the chicharrones, continuing to talk about his crush on Stella as i feel a bond forming between us. [[back to hotel|28]]

Bar "Yeah, I'm not hungry. Let's go to the Bar. Would you accompany me, Argentino?" I ask, feeling a little more at ease with him. His face lights up with a big smile. "¡Sí! ¡Sí! I will tell Ruiz and come!" He rushes inside the motel and quickly returns, ready to go. As we walk down the street, I ask him about his life. Argentino opens up, telling me about how he grew up with his dad and older brother after his mom passed away when he was just five. He dreams of owning his own motel one day—"the best motel in town. Argentino gives best price!" he says, and I can’t help but chuckle along with him at his personal tagline. We soon reach the bar, a small cozy place with only a couple of people inside. Behind the counter, a man in his 30s greets us we step in, the air smelling of Cigarette smoke. [[Order Drink|27.21]]

Order Drink <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/y6bRjjJy/pexels-mike-yak-415187-2585614.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 60%; height: 60%;"> The Drinks Menu contains two sides. [[Local Drinks|27.21.1]] [[International Drinks|27.21.2]]

Order Local Drink [[Guaro|27.22]]: A traditional Costa Rican spirit made from sugarcane, Guaro is clear and slightly sweet with a smooth finish. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/PxdbGqhb/images-1.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 60%; height: 60%;"> [[Cerveza Imperial|27.22]]: Costa Rica’s most famous beer, Imperial, is a light lager with a mild, refreshing taste. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/tTD39HCK/images-2.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 60%; height: 60%;"> [[Ron Centenario|27.22]]: A high-quality Costa Rican rum, Ron Centenario is aged for smoothness and has rich notes of caramel, vanilla, and oak. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/brB12HnL/images-3.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 60%; height: 60%;"> <<back>>

Order International Drink [[Absolut Vodka|27.22]] - an international vodka, clear and smooth, served in glass with Lime water. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/DzTLszWV/200px-Absolut-vodka-bottle.png" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 60%; height: 60%;"> [[Heineken|27.22]] - an international beer, pale golden lager served in a green bottle, with a slice of lime. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/rpNW9LWD/Heineken-Bottle.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 60%; height: 60%;"> [[Jack Daniel's|27.22]] - an international whiskey, amber in color, served on the rocks. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/hj4my3bp/images-4.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 60%; height: 60%;"> <<back>>

Bar I really wanted some wine, but there’s none to be found at the bar. After placing our order, I hand over the food voucher. The bartender raises an eyebrow and asks, “No money? You new ranger?” I reply, “I dont have money,” and he takes the voucher with a half-hearted shrug. We grab a table near the window, and Argentino asks, “So, do you like Cielo Carlo town?” I think for a moment and say, “It’s not bad. I thought it would be worse, but it’s above my expectations.” “If you’re ever uncomfortable, just tell Argentino,” he replies, puffing up with pride. “Argentino does best!” The bartender brings our drinks, and I take a sip. The warmth spreads down my throat, a tingle to my system since I'm not really used to anything other than wine. I was about to ask Argentino why people don’t accept the vouchers, even though it’s legal, when suddenly we hear the bar door swing open with a loud bang. [[See Who|27.23]]

Argentino Crush Suddenly, a group of teenagers—four boys and two girls—burst into the bar, filling the space with loud chatter and laughter. Argentino goes quiet, his posture stiffening. The group grabs the space around the bar, but I notice Argentino keeps sneaking glances at one of the girls in the group. I raise an eyebrow and ask, “What’s up? Why’d you go quiet?” <<set $Characters.push("[[Stella]]")>> He hesitates, then mumbles, “They are bullies... they studied with me in school. Always mean.” I smirk, noticing how he keeps glancing at one of the girls. “And the girl you keep staring at?” His face flushes bright red with embarrassment. I laugh, teasing him, “Are you blushing? Haha!” “Stop it,” he says, playfully hitting my hand, though he’s smiling. The gang soon leaves on their scooters as i keep teasing argentino, and then he admits, “I like her....” “Ooooh, what’s her name? Does she like you?” I ask, leaning in. “ Her name is [[Stella]]. I don’t know. Sometimes she looks at me, but I’ve never talked to her. She always hangs out with them, so I never got the chance,” he says shyly. I grin, leaning back. “You should go talk to her! And then,'Argentino and Stella sitting in a tree... K-I-S-S...’” I laugh, teasing him even more. He blushes even harder, playfully hitting my hand again while laughing along with me. [[Back to motel|28]]

Back to motel As we walk out of the building, I can hardly believe how quickly time has passed—it's already dark, around 10 PM. We stroll back through the quiet streets, our playful banter about Stella continuing. Suddenly, the conversation shifts to the topic of gender strength as a female ranger. I can tell Argentino has only grown up around males in his family, and I want to help him understand that strength isn’t just about physical prowess. “Being a female ranger doesn’t mean I’m any less capable,” I say, smiling at him. “It just means I bring a different perspective to the job.” He nods, a little unsure but clearly intrigued. “You think you can do everything the guys can do?” he asks, raising an eyebrow playfully. I chuckle, knowing I have to prove my point. “Of course! In fact, I think I can do it better.” [[Challenge him|29]]

Challenge <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/fL3jSVLj/jonas-jacobsson-d2dbq-AIX6-Ws-unsplashdark.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 60%; height: 60%;"> That’s when the challenges start—a playful competition to see who’s stronger, faster, and more resilient. We take turns doing push-ups, running short sprints, and even picking up rocks from the ground, all while laughing and encouraging each other. Next, I challenge him to give me a piggyback ride, pretending it's a test of his endurance, but really, I just don’t want to walk back on my tired legs. He eagerly agrees, falling right into my trap, and I can’t help but grin as he points for me to climb onto his back. I wrap my arms around his neck and lock my legs around his hips, feeling a rush of exhilaration. With a playful shout, he starts running, counting off the houses as we pass them one by one, the laughter echoing through the night air. [[My turn to Beat him|30]]

Quick Response Room <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/RZKYs1vP/magicstudio-art-59.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 40%; height: 40%;"> [[Dart Gun - Pneu-Dart’s G2 X-Caliber]]: A reliable choice. It could bring the gorilla down, but it’s already agitated. Shooting it now might make it even more aggressive before the tranquilizer takes effect. Watermelon: I’ve spent some time with the gorilla, and I know it likes watermelon. Maybe offering it could calm the situation. But it’s risky—too risky, perhaps. My nerves are fraying. The weight of the situation threatens to overwhelm me, and I can feel myself slipping. Help is on the way, but it might not arrive in time. The person in the gorilla's grip could die before reinforcements get here. [[Dart Gun - Pneu-Dart’s G2 X-Caliber|3.1]] [[Watermelon|3.2]] [[Nervous Break Down|3.3]] [[Wait for Backup|3.4]]

Dart Gun - Pneu-Dart’s G2 X-Caliber <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/j2hjVV2f/Pneu-Dart-Rifles-G2-XCaliber-Ih20.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 40%; height: 40%;"> Trusting my instinct, I grab the dart gun and rush out of the quick response room. A small crowd has gathered at a safe distance, holding up phones and cameras, recording the chaos. Their murmurs and gasps only add to the tension in the air, making everything feel more surreal. I take a deep breath and steady my aim, ignoring the eyes of the onlookers. The gorilla is still cornered, agitated, growling fiercely, refusing to let go of the person. I focus on the gorilla’s movements, debating where to aim. My finger hovers over the trigger as I wait for the right moment, knowing the wrong decision could cost a life. [[Shoot at its back|3.11]] [[Shoot at its chest|3.12]]

Shoot at the back <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/j2hjVV2f/Pneu-Dart-Rifles-G2-XCaliber-Ih20.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 40%; height: 40%;"> I take a deep breath and pull the trigger, aiming for the gorilla’s back as it momentarily turns around. The dart flies silently, hitting its mark. The gorilla doesn’t seem to notice at first, too focused on its captive. I hold my breath, waiting. Minutes pass, slowly, the gorilla starts to wobble. Its movements become sluggish, and I see the drowsiness setting in. It loosens its grip on the person, stumbling a bit before sitting down, eyes heavy with sleep. The gorilla looks confused, worried even, before it finally collapses onto its back and drifts into unconsciousness. The crowd erupts in cheers as the danger subsides. Phones and cameras are raised higher, capturing the moment. [[Check on Gorilla and the person|4]]

Shoot at its chest <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/j2hjVV2f/Pneu-Dart-Rifles-G2-XCaliber-Ih20.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 40%; height: 40%;"> I make the decision and shoot the gorilla in the chest, but instead of calming down, the tranquilizer only seems to enrage it further. With a furious roar, the gorilla hurls the person it was holding. The victim flies through the air, landing hard on the ground, rolling to a stop. Gasps erupt from the crowd. I can hear their phones capturing every horrifying moment, the flashes and camera clicks constant as the scene unfolds in front of them. I stand frozen in shock, the weight of my choice sinking in as the gorilla continues to thrash about. My colleagues arrive, rushing over to the fallen person. One of them checks for a pulse, their expression quickly turning grim. They look up at me, shaking their head. The person is dead. [[Lost Soul|999]]

Watermelon <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/3r2nH8sR/magicstudio-art-60.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 40%; height: 40%;"> I decide to take the watermelon, laced with the liquid contained in the dart, stepping out cautiously to get the gorilla’s attention. "Hey, Buzz! Look at me!" I call out, waving the bright fruit in the air. Slowly, I approach, moving carefully so as not to startle him further. To my relief, the gorilla's eyes lock onto the watermelon. I can see it beginning to calm down, its grip on the person loosening slightly. The victim falls to the floor, unable to move, and my heart races as I hurry forward. I hold out the watermelon, hoping it will distract the beast. The gorilla reaches for it, and as I place the fruit in its hands, it sits down, taking a bite. The tension in the air begins to dissipate as the gorilla focuses on its treat. Meanwhile, my colleagues quietly move in, carefully attending to the injured person on the ground. [[Check on the gorrilla and the person|4]]

Nervous break down As I weigh my options, panic begins to set in. My heart races, and I feel a wave of claustrophobia wash over me. I can’t breathe. Overwhelmed by the weight of the situation, I stumble out of the quick response room, gasping for air. Once outside, I fall to my knees, tears streaming down my face as the reality of it all crashes in on me. I’m breathing heavily, my chest tightening as I try to regain control. With a furious roar, the gorilla hurls the person it was holding. The victim flies through the air, landing hard on the ground, rolling to a stop. [[lost soul|999]]

Oops I decide to wait for backup. Taking a deep breath, I step out of the quick response room, but as I do, I accidentally bump into something solid. To my surprise, it's the gorilla! It gets startled by the sudden collision and drops the person it was holding, then bolts away in a panic. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/W1RVbjYg/DALL-E-2024-10-11-17-57-57-A-close-up-of-a-gorilla-s-face-showing-a-surprised-expression-with-its.webp" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 30%; height: 30%;"> Just then, my colleague takes the opportunity and fires a tranquilizer dart at the gorilla. The shot lands perfectly, and within moments, the gorilla stumbles before sitting down and finally drifting off to sleep. Relief washes over me as I realize the immediate danger has passed, but I can’t help but chuckle at the absurdity of the situation—who knew my clumsiness would lead to such an unexpected turn of events? [[Check on the gorrilla and the person|4]]

Challenge The speed slows as the counting increases, and after the 15th house, Argentino drops me down, catching his breath. “Beat that!” he says proudly, as if he’s just accomplished something monumental. “Fine,” I reply with a grin. “Your turn to see what I can do!” I turn around and ask him to climb onto my back. He hops up, wrapping his arms around my neck and his legs around my hips. I feel the weight of him on me. “Ready? Let’s go!” I call out as I start running, his excited voice counting the houses behind me. But soon, I realize this was a bad idea. With each stride, I can feel my boobs bouncing beneath my t-shirt, and I’m acutely aware that I’m only wearing a simple bra instead of a sports bra. The night is quiet, the only sounds being our laughter and the soft thud of our footsteps against the pavement. “9! 10!” he counts. We cross the 10th house, and I can feel his grip starting to slip from around my neck. [[Pull His hands|30.1]] [[Focus on Winning|30.2]] [[Trips into the drainage|Apologies]] ** available only in darker version** <<include "Sidebar" >>

Pull His Hand I can feel his hands losing their grip as I run, and the finish line of our playful challenge is close. Determined to win, I pull his hands using mine, trying to steady his hold. In that moment, I lose my balance, my legs wobbling as I struggle to stay upright. But my years of training kicks in; I focus and correct my stance just in time. “17!” Argentino counts, and I manage to bring myself to a stop, safely letting him down. Catching my breath, I throw my arms up in victory and let out a triumphant “Wooohooo!” The exhilaration surges through me, but I can’t help but notice Argentino’s face. He looks sad and grumpy, clearly disappointed at having lost our little contest. “What’s the matter, Argentino?” I tease playfully, a grin spreading across my face. “Can't beat a women?” I reach out, nudging him lightly. His pout slowly fades into a smile as he shakes his head. “You are stronger than you look, Stacy. I admit it!” [[Motel|31]] <<include "Sidebar" >>

Focus on winning I feel his hands losing their grip as I keep running, my determination pushing me closer to the finish line. The thrill of competition fuels me, and I’m focused on making it, hoping I can keep this up. But as I dash forward, I sense him slipping more. In a panic to hold on, Argentino slips and accidentally grabs my right boob over my T-shirt, and for a moment, I freeze, surprised. But I shake it off, focusing on my run instead. “17!” Argentino counts, and I manage to bring myself to a stop, safely letting him down despite my boob paining from his grab. Despite the awkward moment, I throw my arms up in victory and let out a triumphant “Wooohooo!”The exhilaration surges through me, but I can’t help but notice Argentino’s face. He looks sad and grumpy, clearly disappointed at having lost our little contest. “What’s the matter, Argentino?” I tease playfully, a grin spreading across my face. “Can't beat a women?” I reach out, nudging him lightly. His pout slowly fades into a smile as he shakes his head. “You are stronger than you look, Stacy. I admit it!” [[Motel|31]] <<include "Sidebar" >>

Dirty Argentino starts slipping away as his grip around my neck loosens. He loses his balance and falls off my back while I run fast. In panic, he grabs onto whatever he can to avoid falling, accidentally clutching my hips and making me trip as well. With the momentum, we both tumble to the side of the road and into the sewer drainage. I hit the ground face first, my face completely submerged in the muck before I manage to pull myself out. My T-shirt and jeans soak through in an instant, the outline of my bra now clearly visible under my shirt. Disgusted, I quickly get to my feet and step out of the drainage, drenched. I look to see if Argentino is okay and find him in the same predicament as me. As our eyes meet, we both burst into laughter, realizing what just happened and momentarily forgetting the disgust that clings to us. [[enough games, back to motel|30.31]] <<include "Sidebar" >>

Motel I try to clean myself off with my hands as we walk toward the motel, sneaking around to avoid being seen in our current state. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/44qtH2vt/danielle-barnes-xmwglj-KYFf-A-unsplashdark.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 60%; height: 60%;"> When we reach the motel, it’s quiet—no signs of Ruiz. He must have left for home. Just as I’m about to go inside, Argentino says, “Goodbye, Stacy. I’m going home.” I turn toward him, surprised. “You’re going all the way home like that? No, come up and clean yourself up!” Argentino shakes his head. “No, no, it’s okay. I’ll sneak into my room without anyone noticing.” I really don’t want him to leave looking like this; I feel partly responsible for what happened. So, I grab his hands and pull him inside the motel. We sneak down the dark hallway, careful to stay quiet. I notice lights shining under some doors, indicating that someone is occupying those rooms. Once we’re inside my room, I shut the door behind us and point toward the bathroom. “You can clean up in there.” [[Let him clean up|30.32]]

Mischief He goes into the bathroom while I move to my luggage, careful not to get any dirt on myself. I rummage through my things and pull out an old T-shirt and shorts for Argentino to wear, laying them on the bed. As I stand there, I catch a whiff of my own T-shirt, which stinks from the day’s events. I grab the hem of my T-shirt, pulling it over my head and tossing it into the laundry hamper. Standing there in just my bra, I wipe my hands with a towel when suddenly, Argentino opens the door. “Stacy, no towel in here,” he says. Surprised by his quick return, I turn around and realize he’s staring at me, his eyes fixed on my chest. I quickly cover myself with the towel in my hand while grabbing another towel and tossing it to him, followed by the tshirt and shorts for him. He catches them one by one and retreats back to the bathroom. I let out a low, sarcastic giggle at how he looked at me like that. [[Wait for him|30.33]] <<set $SideImage1 to "https://i.postimg.cc/rsbyMr7L/black.png.jpg">> <<set $SideImage2 to "https://i.postimg.cc/sX7RK54D/magicstudio-art-7-half.jpg">> <<set $SideImage3 to "https://i.postimg.cc/qvCD21vS/magicstudio-art-9.jpg">> <<set $SideImage4 to "https://i.postimg.cc/rsbyMr7L/black.png">> <<include "Sidebar" >>

Behind doors Argentino can’t believe what he just saw—his cock is hard now. He quickly strips off his dirty clothes and stands under the shower, replaying the view of Stacy in his mind. His hands wrap around his cock, rubbing it as he sinks into the pleasure. Soon, his strokes become faster as thoughts of Stacy consume him. A twinge of guilt washes over him, but the overwhelming pleasure overshadows it. He jerks himself off with increasing urgency. On the verge of cumming, he notices the shampoo jar on the sink. Grabbing it, he opens the lid and cums into it, leaving it on the sink as it is. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/SNBM5dmW/magicstudio-art-5.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 60%; height: 60%;"> After a brief moment of fantasy, he cleans himself up and puts on the clothes Stacy left for him, catching a hint of her scent lingering on the fabric. [[He comes out clean|30.34]]

Clean up Argentino steps out wearing my clothes, and they fit him surprisingly well. I stand there in just a towel, covering my chest, as he seems a bit unsteady. He says goodbye and quickly leaves, and I lock the door behind him, deciding it's time to clean myself up. I strip naked in the room, discarding my dirty clothes into the laundry hamper, and walk into the bathroom grabbing a fresh towel. I wash myself under the shower, scrubbing away the grime and the lingering scent of the sewer. I can feel the dried sluge of my earlier encounter mixed in with my hair, so I decide to wash it as well. I squit some shampoo from the hotel’s shampoo jar into my hands, unaware that it's laced with Argentino's cum. After thoroughly massaging it into my hair, I rinse and cleanse myself completely. I dry off and head to the bedroom, wearing only my pajama shirt and pants. Finally, I lie down in bed, feeling refreshed and clean. As i began to doze off, i hear my phone ring. [[Pick up the phone|30.35]]

Long Distance Couple I see Mark calling, and a wave of guilt passes through my body as I lie there in my bed. I pick up the phone. “Hey, babe?” I say, cupping my hand around the phone so that the sound of my voice doesn’t escape the room. “ Blue, you make it there okay?” he asks, his voice deep and rich. “Yeah, I’m here,” I say, my voice soft. “Good, I was worried about you.” He tells me. “I’m fine,” I say. “I’m always fine.” “I know,” Mark says, and I can hear the concern in his voice. “But I still worry. I still want to make sure you’re safe.” “I know,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper. “And I appreciate it. I really do.” “Good,” Mark says, and I can hear the sound of him shifting in his seat. “Because I have something else I want to talk to you about.” “Oh?” I say, my voice a little higher now. “Yeah,” Mark says, his voice low and seductive. “I was thinking about you. About how much I want you. About how much I miss you.” “I miss you too,” I say, my voice soft. I can feel my nipples hardening under my pajama top, and I know that Mark can hear the desire in my voice. “Good,” Mark says, his voice a little softer now. “What are you wearing? I want to make you cum.” "Just my pajama and nothing else" I tease him. [[Enjoy the pleasure|30.36]] <<set $SideImage1 to "https://i.postimg.cc/FKJGXxzj/magicstudio-art-3.jpg">> <<set $SideImage2 to "https://i.postimg.cc/rsbyMr7L/black.png">> <<set $SideImage3 to "https://i.postimg.cc/rsbyMr7L/black.png">> <<set $SideImage4 to "https://i.postimg.cc/rsbyMr7L/black.png">> <<include "Sidebar" >>

Long Distance Couple “Do you want me to make you cum?” Mark teases me back. “Yes,” I whisper. “Good. Because I’m going to make you come hard.” He tells me. “Oh god,” I can feel my heart start to race in my chest. “Take off your shirt,” Mark says, his voice low and seductive. “I want to hear you undo the buttons.” I do as he says, my fingers trembling as I undo the buttons of my pajama top. I know that Mark can hear the sound of the buttons popping open. “Good girl,” Mark says, his voice low and seductive. “Now take off your pants. I want to hear you undo the strings.” I do as he says, my fingers undo the strings of my pajama pants making sure that Mark can hear the sound of the strings being undone. In a flash, i quickly remove my pants feeling the humid air on my naked skin. “Good girl,” Mark says, his voice low and seductive. “Now touch yourself. I want to hear you moan.” [[Touch Myself|30.37]]

Long Distance Couple I do as he says, my fingers touching my pussy lips. I can feel the heat building inside me, and the wetness on my pussy. “Now I want you to imagine that I’m there with you. I want you to imagine that I’m touching you. That I’m making you come.” I do as he says, my fingers trembling as I imagine that Mark is there next to me, touching my pussy, slipping his finger inside my pussy. “Now I want you to come for me. I want you to scream my name as you come.” My fingers slide in my pussy faster as i imagine thinking of mark finger fucking my pussy. Suddenly, the image of Argentino looking at my chest flashes across my mind. The vivid view of Argentino staring at my boobs fills my imagination. Amidst the lust, I don’t stop myself; rather, I indulge in the pleasure, forgetting about Mark on the phone. "Oh yes! Ahhh, fuccckkk" I moan as I cum hard, my legs stretching and my back arching in pleasure. I lie there as the pleasure washes over my naked, sweaty body. “Now I want you to clean yourself up. I want you to get ready for bed.” A wave of guilt passes through my body, completely bringing me back to reality as I hear Mark's voice on the phone. I cannot believe I did that—thinking about someone else while ignoring Mark like that. “Now I want you to hang up the phone. I want you to go to bed. I want you to dream about me all night. Good night, I love you Blue” he says. "Good night. I love you too," I say as I hang up the phone half heartedly and sleep naked in guilt. [[First day|33]]

Motel <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/44qtH2vt/danielle-barnes-xmwglj-KYFf-A-unsplashdark.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 60%; height: 60%;"> We reach the motel after our fun night, not expecting the evening to be so enjoyable with Argentino. As we approach the entrance, we see Ruiz behind the counter, cleaning up and preparing to leave. “Having fun, señora?” he asks with a knowing smile. “Yeah, we did! Argentino showed me around,” I reply. “Okay, señora, I go home today. Good night,” he says as he heads to the back room. I turn to Argentino to say goodbye, but he suddenly asks, “Are you married?” I’m surprised by the question. “Umm, no, I’m engaged,” I say, showing him the ring on my hand. “Why do you ask?” I feel a slight worry that he might confess he likes me after our fun night . He replies, “Then why does Ruiz call you señora? Señora means married woman. He should call you señorita.” “Oh, okay! I didn’t know,” I chuckle, relieved by his answer. We exchange goodbyes, and I make my way up to my room through the dark hallway. As I walk, I notice some of the rooms have light shining beneath the doors, indicating they are occupied. I unlock my door and step inside, putting my handbag on the bed, feeling exhaustion from the day. [[Squeak Squeak|32]]

Squeak Squeak <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/MKhknBpt/2017-1-dark.png" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 60%; height: 60%;"> I changed into my pajamas, opting not to wear anything underneath due to the humidity. I sit on the bed, contemplating what to do next. The silence and loneliness fill the room. Suddenly, I hear a very faint noise that bothers me. Curiosity piqued, I follow the sound to the wall adjoining the neighboring room. I press my ear against the wall, straining to catch the noise again. When I don’t hear it, , my police brain acts, grabbing a glass from the table. As I lean in closer, the faint sound becomes clearer: the squeaking of bed springs, followed by the unmistakable grunt of a man. My eyes go wide in shock as I intently listen the raw animalistic male grunt, my heart racing. Is it what I really think it is? The rough male grunts echo through the wall, sending a rush of heat through me. A tingle spreads from my crotch as I feel my pussy becoming we. I gulp, feeling a shiver run down my spine as i move back and sit on the bed. [[Check on my fiancé|32.1]] [[Give in to the Temptation|32.2]]

Long Distance Couple “Hey, babe?” I say, cupping my hand around the phone so that the sound of my voice doesn’t escape the room. “ Blue, you make it there okay?” he asks, his voice deep and rich. “Yeah, I’m here,” I say, my voice soft. “Good, I was worried about you.” He tells me. “I’m fine,” I say. “I’m always fine.” “I know,” Mark says, and I can hear the concern in his voice. “But I still worry. I still want to make sure you’re safe.” “I know,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper. “And I appreciate it. I really do.” “Good,” Mark says, and I can hear the sound of him shifting in his seat. “Because I have something else I want to talk to you about.” “Oh?” I say, my voice a little higher now. “Yeah,” Mark says, his voice low and seductive. “I was thinking about you. About how much I want you. About how much I miss you.” “I miss you too,” I say, my voice soft. I can feel my nipples hardening under my pajama top, and I know that Mark can hear the desire in my voice. “Good,” Mark says, his voice a little softer now. “What are you wearing? I want to make you cum.” "Just my pajama and nothing else" I tease him. [[Enjoy the pleasure|32.12]] <<set $SideImage1 to "https://i.postimg.cc/FKJGXxzj/magicstudio-art-3.jpg">> <<set $SideImage3 to "https://i.postimg.cc/rsbyMr7L/black.png">> <<set $SideImage4 to "https://i.postimg.cc/rsbyMr7L/black.png">> <<include "Sidebar" >>

Long Distance Couple I do as he says, my fingers touching my pussy lips. I can feel the heat building inside me, and the wetness on my pussy. “Now I want you to imagine that I’m there with you. I want you to imagine that I’m touching you. That I’m making you come.” I do as he says, my fingers trembling as I imagine that Mark is there next to me, touching my pussy, slipping his finger inside my pussy. “Now I want you to come for me. I want you to scream my name as you come.” My fingers slide in my pussy faster as i imagine thinking of mark finger fucking my pussy. Suddenly, the image of Liam masturbating flashes across my mind. The vivid view of Liam rubbing his cock in the bunk bed at the Basecamp fills my imagination. Amidst the lust, I don’t stop myself; rather, I indulge in the pleasure, forgetting about Mark on the phone. "Oh yes! Ahhh, fuccckkk" I moan as I cum hard, my legs stretching and my back arching in pleasure. I lie there as the pleasure washes over my naked, sweaty body. “Now I want you to clean yourself up. I want you to get ready for bed.” A wave of guilt passes through my body, completely bringing me back to reality as I hear Mark's voice on the phone. I cannot believe I did that—thinking about someone else while ignoring Mark like that. “Now I want you to hang up the phone. I want you to go to bed. I want you to dream about me all night. Good night, I love you Blue” he says. "Good night. I love you too," I say as I hang up the phone half heartedly and sleep naked in guilt. [[First day|33]]

Animalistic Grunt I stare at the wall, wondering about the guy. The way he groans makes my pussy clench, aching for a cock to fill it. I bite my lip, imagining how a cock would feel inside me right now. I look down at my chest, my nipples pebbled from the erotic sounds. I slide my hand over my stomach, feeling the warmth of my skin. I unbutton my pajama shirt, letting it fall open. “Fuck, I’m so horny,” I murmur to myself, my fingers tracing the curve of my breast. I pinch my nipple, feeling a jolt of pleasure shoot straight to my clit. I moan softly, my fingers playing with my nipples. I slip my hand into my pajama pants, feeling the small curls of my pubic hair. I slide my fingers over my wet folds, feeling my slick arousal. I groan, imagining about liam stroking his cock at the basecamp. I imagine his dick, making me scream with pleasure. I rub my clit faster, my orgasm building. “Fuck, yes,” I moan, my body trembling with pleasure. I feel my orgasm hit me, my pussy clenching around my fingers. I gasp, my body shuddering with pleasure. I lie back on the bed, my body still trembling from my orgasm. I feel the sweat clinging on to my pajamas making me uncomfortable to sleep in. In a flash, i strip naked. I lie in my bed withn a sly smile of satisfaction, naked and sweaty. I hear my phone ring. [[Pick up|32.21]] <<set $SideImage1 to "https://i.postimg.cc/FKJGXxzj/magicstudio-art-3.jpg">> <<set $SideImage3 to "https://i.postimg.cc/rsbyMr7L/black.png">> <<set $SideImage4 to "https://i.postimg.cc/rsbyMr7L/black.png">> <<include "Sidebar" >>

Guilt I see Mark calling, and a wave of guilt passes through my body as I lie there naked, having just masturbated while thinking about someone else. I pick up the phone. "Hey, babe," I say. "Hey, Blue. Did you make it there safely? I was worried because I didn’t get a call from you," Mark says. "Oh, sorry, it’s been a long and tiring day. I thought I’d call you in the morning," I reply. "Okay, I just wanted to check on you, Blue. Sleep well. I love you," he says. "I love you too," I say. I lie back down, still naked, and the guilt lingers. I close my eyes, trying to push it away as I drift off to sleep. [[First Day|33]]

First day <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/FsSy9zs5/magicstudio-art-16.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 60%; height: 60%;"> The morning sunshine filters through the balcony curtains, waking me up. It's my first day on the job, and excitement surges through me. I quickly strip out of my pajamas and slip into my uniform. The fit is perfect, and I feel a small sense of power. After getting ready and lacing up my boots, I grab my things and head downstairs. Ruiz is behind the counter, casually picking his teeth with a toothpick. When he sees me, his eyes widen. "¡Vaya! You look great, señora," he says with a grin. "Thank you, Ruiz. And please dont call me Senora,' I’m not married," I correct him with a smile. "Oh, my apologies. Señorita it is," he replies with a cheeky grin. "Is breakfast ready?" I ask, glancing around. "Sí, sí, this way," he points toward the dining room. After a quick breakfast, I head out to my jeep, just as Argentino arrives. I give him a wave before driving off toward the reserve. [[To the Reserve|34]] <<set $SideImage1 to "https://i.postimg.cc/J0xWJMR1/magicstudio-art-15.jpg">> <<set $SideImage2 to "https://i.postimg.cc/rsbyMr7L/black.png">> <<set $SideImage3 to "https://i.postimg.cc/5N9JJYmj/magicstudio-art-10.jpg">> <<set $SideImage4 to "https://i.postimg.cc/rsbyMr7L/black.png">> <<include "Sidebar" >>

Muddy roads As I drive through, the heat starts to settle in, but the uniform is well-stitched, designed to provide just enough ventilation to keep me cool. Still, I switch on the AC and follow the GPS, recalling the roads from yesterday’s visit. The scenery changes as I cross the outer limits and hit the muddy roads. That’s when I spot them—two men crossing the road quickly, carrying huge sacks on their backs. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/B643vMF9/magicstudio-art-18.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 60%; height: 60%;"> I slow down, the jeep coming to a halt beside them. They turn around, eyeing me with curiosity and perhaps a hint of suspicion, taking in the sight of the new park ranger. Their expressions are unreadable as they seem to size me up, and for a moment, we lock eyes. [[Interrogate|35]]

Interrogate I look at the men, firm in my stance, and start to interrogate them. "Who are you? Where are you going?" I ask, keeping my voice steady, not showing any hesitation. They shift nervously but respond in broken English, "We... farmers. Local farmers. Collecting dried... tree bark, for fuel." Their accents are thick, but I catch their meaning. "The sacks," I demand, eyeing their heavy loads. They hesitate for a moment before untying the knots and revealing the contents. Just as they claimed, the sacks contain wooden logs, dried tree bark, and nothing suspicious. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/PfFGGtSk/magicstudio-art-19.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 60%; height: 60%;"> Satisfied but still holding my ground, I give them a curt nod and step back. "Alright, go, go," I say, watching them move along. There's a certain sense of power that surges through me, knowing I had the authority to stop and question them. With that small boost of confidence, I drive on, the feeling lingering as I reach the reserve. I park the jeep inside the shed, ready to begin my first official day. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/9fQmH3Nq/2017-3.png" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 60%; height: 60%;"> [[Meet Chief Cole|36]]

First duty I walk in with a bright smile, ready for my first day, but my steps falter as I hear Chief Cole’s booming voice echoing down the hallway. Startled, I jump, my heart racing as I make my way toward the briefing room. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/hPsG6mM0/Untitled-design-20.png" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 40%; height: 40%;"> As I step in, I see the scene unfold. Chief Cole is in full rage, his face red with frustration, yelling at Noah. "How did we miss the behavior change? Why wasn't this properly monitored?" His voice cuts through the room like a whip. Noah stands there, taking the brunt of it, his face tense. "We didn’t think they'd cross the river," Noah says, his voice quieter, trying to explain. "That’s never happened before." As Noah looks in my direction, Chief Cole's fiery eyes follow, now landing on me. I freeze for a second, unsure of what to do. My nervous smile twitches on my lips, feeling the tension in the air. It’s my first day, and I’ve already walked into chaos. [[Umm, Good morning|36.1]] [[Oops. Should i come later|36.2]] [[Just Smile nervously|36.3]]

Briefing "Umm, Good morning!" i say nervously. Chief Cole’s expression softens slightly as he acknowledges me. "Welcome, Stacy," he says, his voice still tinged with the lingering frustration. "Join us." I step closer, feeling the tension in the room. "Apparently, a group of elephants crossed the Laudi River last night," Chief Cole continues, his voice stern. "Lisa reported it from the watchtower. These elephants never graze near the [[river|Map]]—they stay deep in the forest. We should have monitored them better before they reached the riverbank. This is very poor monitoring by us," he growls, pacing slightly before turning back to me. His intense gaze softens just a bit as he says, "Stacy, you'll go with Noah today. He’ll show you around the park and the crucial points to patrol." With that, he disappears into his office, leaving the atmosphere heavy. I glance at Noah, feeling a little stunned by Chief Cole’s intense behavior. This was not how I expected my first day to start. Noah, however, just gives me a cheeky smile, probably used to Cole’s temper. "Well," he says, "that was fun, huh? Don’t worry. He’s isnt always like that." <<set $Diary.push("Need to find out why Elephants have changed their migrating behavior")>> <<set $Diary to $Diary.filter(item => item !== "[[Henito]]: Settle in Henito")>> (Diary Updated) [[Go Patrolling|37]]

Briefing "Oops. Should i come later?" I say casually trying to slip in a joke. Chief Cole’s expression softens slightly as he acknowledges me. "Welcome, Stacy," he says, his voice still tinged with the lingering frustration. "Join us." I step closer, feeling the tension in the room. "Apparently, a group of elephants crossed the Laudi River last night," Chief Cole continues, his voice stern. "Lisa reported it from the watchtower. These elephants never graze near the [[river|Map]]—they stay deep in the forest. We should have monitored them better before they reached the riverbank. This is very poor monitoring by us," he growls, pacing slightly before turning back to me. His intense gaze softens just a bit as he says, "Stacy, you'll go with Noah today. He’ll show you around the park and the crucial points to patrol." With that, he disappears into his office, leaving the atmosphere heavy. I glance at Noah, feeling a little stunned by Chief Cole’s intense behavior. This was not how I expected my first day to start. Noah, however, just gives me a cheeky smile, probably used to Cole’s temper. "Well," he says, "that was fun, huh? Don’t worry. He’s isnt always like that." <<set $Diary.push("Need to find out why Elephants have changed their migrating behavior")>> <<set $Diary to $Diary.filter(item => item !== "[[Henito]]: Settle in Henito")>> (Diary Updated) [[Go Patrolling|37]]

Briefing I just flash my smile nervously. Chief Cole’s expression softens slightly as he acknowledges me. "Welcome, Stacy," he says, his voice still tinged with the lingering frustration. "Join us." I step closer, feeling the tension in the room. "Apparently, a group of elephants crossed the Laudi River last night," Chief Cole continues, his voice stern. "Lisa reported it from the watchtower. These elephants never graze near the [[river|Map]]—they stay deep in the forest. We should have monitored them better before they reached the riverbank. This is very poor monitoring by us," he growls, pacing slightly before turning back to me. His intense gaze softens just a bit as he says, "Stacy, you'll go with Noah today. He’ll show you around the park and the crucial points to patrol." With that, he disappears into his office, leaving the atmosphere heavy. I glance at Noah, feeling a little stunned by Chief Cole’s intense behavior. This was not how I expected my first day to start. Noah, however, just gives me a cheeky smile, probably used to Cole’s temper. "Well," he says, "that was fun, huh? Don’t worry. He’s isnt always like that." <<set $Diary.push("Need to find out why Elephants have changed their migrating behavior")>> <<set $Diary to $Diary.filter(item => item !== "[[Henito]]: Settle in Henito")>> (Diary Updated) [[Go Patrolling|37]]

Patrolling Noah and I step out of the basecamp, gear in hand and cowboy hats shading us from the relentless sun. The path is well-trodden, a muddy trail from years of use, guiding us deeper into the dense forest. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/wj9rBMvG/magicstudio-art-20.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 60%; height: 60%;"> The sounds of the forest surround us—chirping insects, rustling leaves, and the occasional distant call of wildlife. As we walk, Noah points out secret markers—small, almost invisible signs embedded into trees and rocks. “These are for navigation,” he explains. “They help us remember where we are in the reserve so we don’t get lost.” He then moves on to an important warning. “We have limited antidote for snake bites,” he says, looking at me with a raised brow. “So be very careful. Keep your boots on at all times. The uniform is designed to protect you, but only if you’re smart about it.” I nod, mentally reminding myself to stay alert. [[Staying alert|38]]

Patrolling Soon, we reach a fence—rusted in parts and clearly damaged. Noah pulls out a map and shows me our location, confirming we are at Sector 23 aka S23, on the border of the Santa Rosa state. I double-check the map, taking in our surroundings, and sure enough, the boundary lines up with the broken fence. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/MGTryL10/magicstudio-art-23.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 60%; height: 60%;"> Noah gestures to the damage. "This is where the elephants reached the border. It's a miracle they didn't cross into human settlements in Santa Rosa." I kneel down to inspect the damage, still processing how massive these creatures must be to cause such destruction. “Why would the elephants suddenly come this far out?” I ask, curious about the change in behavior. Noah frowns and folds his arms. “We suspect it's due to fires—set by a firebug. There have been multiple reports of small fires being started deliberately around the deeper parts of the reserve. The elephants might be moving away from those areas in search of safety.” His words send a shiver through me. The idea of an arsonist intentionally endangering wildlife stirs up frustration. "Do we know who it is?" I ask. “No,” Noah replies, his expression serious now. “But we’re working on it. The fires are small, but they’ve been happening rarely. And if the animals are reacting like this, it’s only a matter of time before something bigger happens.” I look back at the broken fence, thinking of the potential dangers, both natural and man-made, that we’ll have to face in this job. I will keep in mind and to try to find out who is the firebug. (Diary updated) [[Fixing the fence|39]] <<set $Diary.push("Firebug: A Firebug is on the loose, maybe my police investigation skills will help finding out who is causing the fires. The fires might be the reason for the elephants' migration changes. Only if I could visit the fire incident place to gather evidence.")>> <<set $Diary to $Diary.filter(item => item !== "Need to find out why Elephants have changed their migrating behavior")>>

Fixing the fence Noah puts his backpack and gear down, then grabs a nail gun, tossing it to me. "What are you looking at? Get your gear down and help me!" he says, his voice steady but a bit impatient. I drop my backpack and equipment, watching him as he picks up the broken piece of the wooden fence from the ground. He aligns it with the still-standing section, holding it in place for me. I fumble a little before getting the hang of it, firing a few nails to secure the plank. We continue working like that, in sync. After a while, I ask, "Isn't there someone else to do this? I thought fence repairs weren’t part of our job." "Technically, no, it’s not," he replies with a shrug. "But we’re underfunded, and if we put in a request, it could take months for anyone to come out here and fix this. We can’t leave it like this, can we?" I have to admit he’s right, so we keep going, doing what we can with the worn-out boards and limited materials. [[Finish the job|40]]

BB pellet As the paramedics attend to the person, I move to check on the gorilla. I notice a small puncture wound, about 1mm in size, on its arm. Curious, I poke it gently, and a tiny pellet falls out. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/C5JwPjrH/Air-gun-pellets.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 30%; height: 30%;"> Realizing this could be important, I rush to check the CCTV footage from the quick response room. My heart sinks as I see a teenager with a concealed pistol shoot at the gorilla, triggering the chaos that unfolded. I quickly inform my boss, [[Mike Dent]], about what I’ve discovered. He listens intently, his expression serious. “Good work,” he says, appreciating the insight. “This changes everything. We need to address this immediately.” <<set $Characters.push("[[Mike Dent]]")>> [[Destiny awaits|5]]

Fixing the fence After an hour or so, we manage to patch up the fence, though it’s not perfect. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/8kWXBMfY/magicstudio-art-22.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 60%; height: 60%;"> I’m drenched in sweat, my uniform clinging to me in the sticky heat. I grab my water bottle and gulp down more than half of it in one go, desperate to cool off. "Easy there," Noah chuckles, raising an eyebrow. "You sure you wanna drink all that?" "Huh?" I ask, wiping my mouth. "If you want to pee, Where are you gonna go?" he smirks. I freeze for a second, realizing there's no toilet nearby. I grin sheepishly, trying to play it off, still not used to the new working conditions. We pack up our tools and gear, and with the fence mended as best we can, we continue along the border to check the rest. [[Back to basecamp|41]]

Basecamp We return to the base camp by afternoon after patrolling, the sun high and unforgiving. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/hPsG6mM0/Untitled-design-20.png" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 40%; height: 40%;"> As we enter, I feel a wave of relief seeing that Chief Cole jeep isn’t around—his morning frustration still fresh in my mind. I drop my backpack onto the table, my body aching and sticky with sweat. I sit under the fan, letting the cool breeze wash over me, providing a small comfort in the oppressive heat. Liam walks in from the kitchen, a smirk on his face. The sight of him stirs an memory—catching him in that awkward, private moment jerking his cock. My eyes flick down to his crotch without thinking, and I curse myself internally. What the hell am I doing? "Hey, guys! Fun patrol?" he asks casually. [[Not much. Too hot|41.1]] [[It was fun, Can't wait to go back|41.2]] [[Amazing, I like this new experience|Apologies]]** available only in Uncut version**

More Duties "Not much. It was very hot out there." I tell him. Liam doesn’t seem to care much. "Good thing you're here," he says, grabbing a stack of papers from the counter and dropping them on the table next to me. "After you finish resting, could you start on these invoices? It’s pretty straightforward." I glance at the thick bundle, my eyes widening. Just the sight of it makes my chest feel heavy with dread. "Sure," I say with a nod, though I’m already exhausted just thinking about it. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/KjZTM6Mx/magicstudio-art-24.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 60%; height: 60%;"> He pats my shoulder, giving a quick smile before leaving, and I stare at the paperwork, wondering when I’ll ever catch a break. [[Grind work|42]]

More Duties "It was fun, Can't wait to go back" I tell him. Liam doesn’t seem to care much. "Good thing you're here," he says, grabbing a stack of papers from the counter and dropping them on the table next to me. "After you finish resting, could you start on these invoices? It’s pretty straightforward." <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/KjZTM6Mx/magicstudio-art-24.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 60%; height: 60%;"> I glance at the thick bundle, my eyes widening. Just the sight of it makes my chest feel heavy with dread. "Sure," I say with a nod, though I’m already exhausted just thinking about it. He pats my shoulder, giving a quick smile before leaving, and I stare at the paperwork, wondering when I’ll ever catch a break. [[Grind work|42]]

Grind work The next two hours are brutal. I sit hunched over the table, filling out invoice after invoice, tracking bills and expenses. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/KjZTM6Mx/magicstudio-art-24.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 40%; height: 40%;"> Some of the invoices does not make sense and don't tally properly. It feels like the pile never ends, but I keep at it, determined to finish. The distant sound of a jeep pulling up makes me pause, and soon after, Chief Cole walks in. His eyes land on me, sitting with the stack of papers in front of me. "What are you doing?" he asks, his voice stern. "Filling out the invoices," I reply, trying to sound confident, even though my brain is practically mush from the repetitive work. Chief Cole looks puzzled. "Those were already done a week ago." Before I can even process what he said, I hear laughter behind me. I turn to see Noah and Liam doubled over, practically crying from laughing so hard. "Shit," I mutter under my breath, the realization hitting me like a ton of bricks. "It was a prank," Noah says, barely able to speak through his laughter. "Chief does all the paperwork himself. He loves it!" I feel my face flush with embarrassment, staring at the guys with a playful but annoyed expression. I’ve been made a complete fool, sitting here for hours working on something that didn’t need to be done. "That's not funny," I say, chucking a crumpled invoice at Liam, who ducks and keeps laughing. [[End of day first day|43]]

End off First day <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/hPsG6mM0/Untitled-design-20.png" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 40%; height: 40%;"> After a good laugh, we all settle into the briefing room to fill out our reports. Chief Cole and Liam are discussing the need for increased patrols, especially along the riverbank, given our understaffed situation. The conversation soon shifts to soccer, and for a moment, the tension eases. As the day winds down, Lisa and Liam walk in. Lisa’s on night patrol tonight, and she greets us warmly. She’s not in her uniform yet, so I assume she’ll change in the locker room. Chief Cole calls us to attention for the evening briefing before we all head out. He starts by mentioning the fence we fixed earlier, reminding everyone to remain extra vigilant due to the recent fires and the change in elephant movement. There’s concern that the arsonist could trigger more trouble. Chief hands Liam the basecamp’s to-do list, as it looks like Liam will be staying behind while Lisa takes the night shift on patrol. Then, Chief turns to me. “Stacy, you don’t need to come in tomorrow during the day. I want you to join Lisa on her night patrol tomorrow night.” I nod, surprised but excited about the new responsibility. “Lisa will show you the ropes,” Chief continues. “This will be the only time you’re accompanied during a night patrol. From next time, you’ll be on your own. So, make sure you learn everything from Lisa. And don’t forget—get some good rest during the day tomorrow. You don’t want to be falling asleep out there.” With that, the briefing ends, and we all disperse. I gather my things and head to my jeep, driving back to the motel, my mind buzzing with thoughts of tomorrow’s night patrol. [[Motel|44]]

Argentino <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/44qtH2vt/danielle-barnes-xmwglj-KYFf-A-unsplashdark.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 60%; height: 60%;"> The sun has already set by the time I pull into the motel parking lot. I park my jeep across from the building, feeling the day’s exhaustion starting to settle in. As I step out, I see Argentino jogging over with his usual friendly smile. "How was your day?" he asks, his eyes bright under the dimming sky. "It was really good, Argentino," I reply with a grin. "A long day, but it was fun." We walk across the road toward the motel, and as we do, I decide to bring up something that’s been on my mind. Staying at the motel every night is starting to drain my wallet. [[Ask Argentino's help to find a rental|45]]

Rental help "Hey, Argentino, do you know of any houses or units for rent? I can’t keep staying here—it’s getting way too expensive." He nods, understanding immediately. "You don’t need an agent. I know houses around here. I’ll take you when you want to see" "That would be great! How about tomorrow?" I suggest. "okay, i take you tomorrow," he agrees. "You don’t have work?" "I have night patrols, but I’m free during the day," I explain, feeling relieved that I might finally have a lead on a more permanent place to stay. Just then, we hear Ruiz calling for Argentino from inside the motel. "Okay, Stacy, see you tomorrow," he says, giving me a quick wave before hurrying off to help. (Diary Updated) [[Up to my room|46]] <<set $Diary.push("Home Sweet Home : Find a rental home.")>>

Fresh up I make my way up to my room, walking down the dark hallway, feeling the day's weight starting to ease off my shoulders. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/tgD9JPkY/2017-1.png" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 60%; height: 60%;"> I strip off my sweaty uniform and sink into the bed, letting the cool air from the fan wash over me. The relief is instant, the heat and stickiness from the day slowly fading. I grab my phone, checking it for any missed calls or messages, but there’s nothing from Mark. A pang of disappointment hits me. I hope he hasn’t forgotten about me. With some time to kill before bed, I realize I need to pick up a few things—feminine products and some mosquito cream, especially with all the bites I might get tomorrow night. I check my bags to decide what to wear to go out. I think i would settle to something light which might keep me cool. [[What to wear?|47]] <<set $SideImage1 to "https://i.postimg.cc/rsbyMr7L/black.png">> <<set $SideImage2 to "https://i.postimg.cc/rsbyMr7L/black.png">> <<set $SideImage3 to "https://i.postimg.cc/KY1R3nvq/magicstudio-art-31.jpg">> <<set $SideImage4 to "https://i.postimg.cc/rsbyMr7L/black.png">> <<include "Sidebar" >>

Fresh up What do i wear? [[White Floral|47.1]] : A white dress with Red flowers. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/yxLHTbLF/magicstudio-art-26.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 30%; height: 30%;"> [[Blue Floral Dress|47.2]] : A blue multi-colour dress with flower designs. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/4yg0hQZp/magicstudio-art-28.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 30%; height: 30%;"> [[Blue dress|47.3]] : A simple blue dress. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/PJnqp9PK/magicstudio-art-30.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 30%; height: 30%;">

Shopping I slip into the dress that catches my eye, feeling the fabric softly hug my body as I zip it up at the back. It's so comfortable, and perfect for the sticky, humid air outside. After locking the door to my room, I head downstairs, hoping to catch Argentino to ask him to take me to the store. I feel selfish for always asking for his help, but I really could use a guide tonight. As I approach the reception, I see Ruiz behind the desk. "Hey, Ruiz. Have you seen Argentino?" He shakes his head. "No, Senorita he’s not here. What you need?" I explain that I’m trying to find the nearest store for a few things. Ruiz starts giving me directions, but they come out jumbled and confusing, with lefts and rights that I try to mentally map out in my head. I nod along, hoping I can remember the way. "Just go straight, take left after the bridge, then… umm… right signpost,................" he says, gesturing vaguely. I smile and thank him, hoping I don’t get too lost as I start walking out into the evening air, replaying his instructions in my mind. [[Find the store|48]] <<set $SideImage1 to "https://i.postimg.cc/yxLHTbLF/magicstudio-art-26.jpg">> <<set $SideImage2 to "https://i.postimg.cc/rsbyMr7L/black.png">> <<set $SideImage3 to "https://i.postimg.cc/KY1R3nvq/magicstudio-art-31.jpg">> <<set $SideImage4 to "https://i.postimg.cc/rsbyMr7L/black.png">> <<include "Sidebar" >>

Shopping I slip into the dress that catches my eye, feeling the fabric softly hug my body as I zip it up at the back. It's so comfortable, and perfect for the sticky, humid air outside. After locking the door to my room, I head downstairs, hoping to catch Argentino to ask him to take me to the store. I feel selfish for always asking for his help, but I really could use a guide tonight. As I approach the reception, I see Ruiz behind the desk. "Hey, Ruiz. Have you seen Argentino?" He shakes his head. "No, Senorita he’s not here. What you need?" I explain that I’m trying to find the nearest store for a few things. Ruiz starts giving me directions, but they come out jumbled and confusing, with lefts and rights that I try to mentally map out in my head. I nod along, hoping I can remember the way. "Just go straight, take left after the bridge, then… umm… right signpost,................" he says, gesturing vaguely. I smile and thank him, hoping I don’t get too lost as I start walking out into the evening air, replaying his instructions in my mind. [[Find the store|48]] <<set $SideImage1 to "https://i.postimg.cc/4yg0hQZp/magicstudio-art-28.jpg">> <<set $SideImage2 to "https://i.postimg.cc/rsbyMr7L/black.png">> <<set $SideImage3 to "https://i.postimg.cc/KY1R3nvq/magicstudio-art-31.jpg">> <<set $SideImage4 to "https://i.postimg.cc/rsbyMr7L/black.png">> <<include "Sidebar" >>

Shopping I slip into the dress that catches my eye, feeling the fabric softly hug my body as I zip it up at the back. It's so comfortable, and perfect for the sticky, humid air outside. After locking the door to my room, I head downstairs, hoping to catch Argentino to ask him to take me to the store. I feel selfish for always asking for his help, but I really could use a guide tonight. As I approach the reception, I see Ruiz behind the desk. "Hey, Ruiz. Have you seen Argentino?" He shakes his head. "No, Senorita he’s not here. What you need?" I explain that I’m trying to find the nearest store for a few things. Ruiz starts giving me directions, but they come out jumbled and confusing, with lefts and rights that I try to mentally map out in my head. I nod along, hoping I can remember the way. "Just go straight, take left after the bridge, then… umm… right signpost,................" he says, gesturing vaguely. I smile and thank him, hoping I don’t get too lost as I start walking out into the evening air, replaying his instructions in my mind. [[Find the store|48]] <<set $SideImage1 to "https://i.postimg.cc/PJnqp9PK/magicstudio-art-30.jpg">> <<set $SideImage2 to "https://i.postimg.cc/rsbyMr7L/black.png">> <<set $SideImage3 to "https://i.postimg.cc/KY1R3nvq/magicstudio-art-31.jpg">> <<set $SideImage4 to "https://i.postimg.cc/rsbyMr7L/black.png">> <<include "Sidebar" >>

Shopping Following Ruiz's confusing directions, I make my way through the dark streets, the unfamiliar surroundings making me second-guess every turn. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/fL3jSVLj/jonas-jacobsson-d2dbq-AIX6-Ws-unsplashdark.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 60%; height: 60%;"> After a few turns, I start to feel a little uneasy, especially with people on the street glancing my way, probably noticing my foreign appearance. Just as I begin to think I might be lost, I finally spot the store. Relieved, I step inside. A couple of customers glance at me briefly, then go back to their shopping. I browse the aisles, looking for the items. The brands are all unfamiliar, local ones I’ve never seen before, but they’ll have to do. I grab what I need and head to the counter. With my broken Spanish, I manage to fumble through the transaction, handing over the food vouchers and thanking the not-so happy cashier. I should really find out why store owners do not like our food vouchers. (Diary Updated) [[Ask about the food voucher|49]] <<set $Diary.push("Food Vouchers : Investigate why food vouchers make store owners unhappy?")>>

Investigate "Why are you not happy about the food vouchers?" i ask. The person behind the counter confused, unable to understand my question. "Why, you , no like food Voucher?" i ask again, this time flashing the food voucher on his face. "No good. voucher bad buisness " he replies in broken english and leaves into the backroom making me more confused now. Why would food vouchers be bad for buisness, i wonder. Wondering, I step back outside into the street. As I walk away from the store, I notice a nearby building with loud music blaring from inside. It looks like a small club or bar, the kind of place that draws in a crowd for a fun night. I look at my watch - 08:30 pm. Its already late! I want to go home and call Mark, however i do not have to wake up early tomorrow and i might make some friends at the club. [[Check out the club|49.1]] [[Go back to motel and call mark|49.2]]

Club Since I don’t have to wake up early tomorrow, I decide to take the opportunity to explore the town a little. As I approach the club, a few people are trickling in and out, the thumping bass of local music escaping through the open door. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/59wPHr0r/magicstudio-art-33.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 60%; height: 60%;"> I walk in, taking in the scene—a small, dimly lit space with flashing lights cutting through the dark. There are only a few people scattered around, with a couple of them dancing in the center near the DJ booth. I head over to the bar and find an open seat, settling into the atmosphere.As I grab the drink menu, I scan the options, thinking about what to order. [[Order drink|49.11]]

Order Drink <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/59wPHr0r/magicstudio-art-33.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 60%; height: 60%;"> The Drinks Menu contains two sides. [[Local Drinks|49.11.1]] [[International Drinks|49.11.2]]

Order Local Drink [[Cacique Mojito|49.12]]: A Costa Rican twist on the classic mojito, made with Cacique guaro, fresh mint, lime juice, sugar, and soda water. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/k4ZdBpgG/rom-cacique-mojito-0-7-l.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 10%; height: 10%;"> [[Guaro|49.12]]: A traditional Costa Rican spirit made from sugarcane, Guaro is clear and slightly sweet with a smooth finish. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/PxdbGqhb/images-1.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 60%; height: 60%;"> [[Paloma|49.12]]: A popular cocktail made with guaro or tequila, grapefruit soda, and lime juice. Served over ice. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/k5Y5vw53/images-5.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 60%; height: 60%;"> [[Cerveza Imperial|49.12]]: Costa Rica’s most famous beer, Imperial, is a light lager with a mild, refreshing taste. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/tTD39HCK/images-2.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 60%; height: 60%;"> [[Ron Centenario|49.12]]: A high-quality Costa Rican rum, Ron Centenario is aged for smoothness and has rich notes of caramel, vanilla, and oak. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/brB12HnL/images-3.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 60%; height: 60%;"> <<back>>

Order International Drink [[Margarita|49.12]]: A classic cocktail made with tequila, lime juice, and orange liqueur. Served on the rocks, garnished with a salt rim and a lime wedge. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/x8f9z4rS/images-6.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 60%; height: 60%;"> [[Absolut Vodka|49.12]] - an international vodka, clear and smooth, served in glass with Lime water. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/DzTLszWV/200px-Absolut-vodka-bottle.png" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 60%; height: 60%;"> [[Mojito|49.12]]: A refreshing Cuban cocktail made with white rum, fresh mint leaves, lime juice, sugar, and soda water. Served over ice. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/DyY7S6Bt/R367-final-photo.webp" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 60%; height: 60%;"> [[Heineken|49.12]] - an international beer, pale golden lager served in a green bottle, with a slice of lime. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/rpNW9LWD/Heineken-Bottle.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 60%; height: 60%;"> [[Jack Daniel's|49.12]] - an international whiskey, amber in color, served on the rocks. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/hj4my3bp/images-4.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 60%; height: 60%;"> <<back>>

Vibing I place my order at the bar and pay, glancing around as I wait for my drink. I can feel a couple of eyes on me—probably because I'm the only foreigner in the club. When my drink arrives, I settle into the ambience, enjoying the music. As I sip my drink slowly, I notice a guy sitting at a table with two friends, waving his hand at me with a cheeky smile. From their appearance dressed in jackets and jeans, I would have taken them as bikers if this was america. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/vZYg70sX/magicstudio-art-35.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 30%; height: 30%;"> Should I wave back or just keep to myself? [[Wave back|49.12.1]] [[Ignore them|49.12.2]]

Wave back Being friendly, I wave back, and to my surprise, all three of them get up and approach me. "Hey chica,! You new here?" one of them asks with a broad smile. I nod my head, trying to keep things light. "Yes," I reply. "Why you come to Cielo Carlo?" he inquires, his gaze lingering a little too long on me and his friends' eyes drifting over my body. I feel a flutter of nervousness but try to play it cool. "Tourist, sightseeing," I lie, not wanting to reveal too much about my job as a park ranger. "Oh, tourist! Nice, nice! Come, let's dance!" he urges, and before I can fully process it, he and his friends head toward the dance floor, joining into the small crowd. He invites me " come chica! have fun." [[Join them|49.12.11]] [[Ignore them|49.12.2]]

Dance <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/63whCdMX/magicstudio-art-34.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 30%; height: 30%;"> I down the rest of my drink in one go, feeling the warmth of the alcohol energizing me as I get up and walk over to the guys. I join the crowd on the dance floor, slowly letting myself move to the rhythm. The guys hoot and cheer in their excitement, but it’s hard to make out their words over the thumping bass. We dance together for a while, lost in the moment. The guys start grabbing my hands and twirling me around, and I can’t help as my skirt flutters with the movement. After a few spins, I start to feel a bit dizzy, so I gently pull away and try to regain my balance. Just then, I feel a hand on my hip, and I glance back to see the guy from earlier, the one who first waved at me. As we dance, I feel him pressing his body against mine, and a rush of warmth spreads through me. [[Get out from the crowd|49.12.11.1]] <<include "Sidebar" >>

Trouble As the guys crowd closer, I instinctively try to move away from them, seeking a little space. But before I can fully escape, I feel a strong hand wrap around my hips, pulling me back against him. The other two guys close in from the front, and panic starts to rise within me. The guy behind me grinds against my ass, and I feel an unsettling mix of fear and shock, The other guy slowly pulls up the hem of my skirt, exposing my thighs followed by my yellow panties. A shiver runs down my spine, and no one else seems to notice what’s happening in this loud, dark atmosphere. Having my panty exposed in the open, I see the guy in front place a hand on my bare thigh, his hand contrast to my white skin. His hand then moves up slowly to touch my panty as my pussy tingles in fear. When his fingers brush against my panties, I gasp and instinctively struggle to break free. [[Kick him in his balls|49.12.11.11]] [[Scream for help|49.12.11.12]] <<include "Sidebar" >>

Trouble I use my free leg to kick up directly on the crotch of the guy who is touching my panty. He yells in pain grabbing his crotch moving away from me. Just then, I see the same guy getting punched in the face by a stranger as he falls to the floor, crying out in pain. The stranger stands there, having sucker-punched the one who was harassing me. The other guy holding me lets go, and the three of them back away, trying to lift their friend. “¡Hey, hey! Solo estamos divirtiéndonos!” (hey hey we are only having some fun) one of them protests. Stunned and shaken, I make my way out of the crowd, my heart pounding as I sit at the bar, trying to catch my breath. I look at the stranger who intervened, gratitude flooding through me. “Thank you,” I say, my voice trembling. “Um, gracias,” I add in Spanish, hoping he understands. He smiles, surprising me with his fluency in English. “What’s a beautiful woman like you doing here all alone?” he asks. I take a moment to gather myself, still processing what just happened. “Just trying to enjoy the night,” I reply, my voice steadier now. “But it seems like things got a little out of hand. I should probably go home now” I get up to leave. "Let me walk you to your home. Just to be safe". he offers. " Thank you." i say nodding my head. Feeling an overwheling gratitude in my chest towards him from his heroic actions. [[Go back to Motel|49.12.11.2]]

Trouble Before i can start to scream, I see the guy getting punched in the face by a stranger as he falls to the floor, crying out in pain. A stranger stands there, having sucker-punched the one who was harassing me. The other guy holding me lets go, and the three of them back away, trying to lift their friend. “¡Hey, hey! Solo estamos divirtiéndonos!” (hey hey we are only having some fun) one of them protests. Stunned and shaken, I make my way out of the crowd, my heart pounding as I sit at the bar, trying to catch my breath. I look at the stranger who intervened, gratitude flooding through me. “Thank you,” I say, my voice trembling. “Um, gracias,” I add in Spanish, hoping he understands. He smiles, surprising me with his fluency in English. “What’s a beautiful woman like you doing here all alone?” he asks. I take a moment to gather myself, still processing what just happened. “Just trying to enjoy the night,” I reply, my voice steadier now. “But it seems like things got a little out of hand. I should probably go home now” I get up to leave. "Let me walk you to your home. Just to be safe". he offers. " Thank you." i say nodding my head. Feeling an overwheling gratitude in my chest towards him from his heroic actions. [[Go back to Motel|49.12.11.2]]

Heroic goodbye We walk through the quiet, dark streets of Cielo Carlo. I lead the way back to the motel with the stranger—who saved me. Neither of us speaks, the silence between us comfortable. Normally, I’d be on edge walking alone in the dark like this, but with him there, I feel oddly safe. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/44qtH2vt/danielle-barnes-xmwglj-KYFf-A-unsplashdark.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 60%; height: 60%;"> When we finally reach the motel, I stop and turn to face him. "This is where I’m staying," I say, my voice breaking the silence. He stands there for a moment, quietly taking in the sight of the motel, then gives a small nod. "Okay, bye. Take care, girl," he says, turning to leave. Something compels me to call out before he disappears into the night. "Hey, what’s your name?" He stops and looks back over his shoulder. "Héctor," he says. [[Kiss on his cheeks goodbye|49.12.11.21]] [[Hug him goodbye|49.12.11.22]] <<set $Characters.push("[[Hector]]")>>

Kiss goodbye Feeling a sudden surge of gratitude, I step closer to Héctor, raising myself slightly on my toes and gently pressing a kiss to his cheek. "Thank you," I whisper, the words carrying more meaning than just gratitude for what he did tonight. He looks at me, his expression unreadable for a moment, before nodding silently. I take a step back, watching as he turns and walks away, disappearing into the shadows of the dark street. I head inside the motel, the dim hallway feeling quieter than usual. Once in my room, I close the door behind me and collapse onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling. My mind swirls with mixed feelings—relief that I’m safe, the lingering shock of the earlier incident, and the unexpected feeling towards Héctor. [[Change into Nightwear|50]]

Hug goodbye Feeling a sudden surge of gratitude, I step closer to Héctor, i hug him gently pressing my body agasint his, feeling his heartbeat on my chest. "Thank you," I whisper, the words carrying more meaning than just gratitude for what he did tonight. He looks at me, his expression unreadable for a moment, before nodding silently. I take a step back, watching as he turns and walks away, disappearing into the shadows of the dark street. I head inside the motel, the dim hallway feeling quieter than usual. Once in my room, I close the door behind me and collapse onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling. My mind swirls with mixed feelings—relief that I’m safe, the lingering shock of the earlier incident, and the unexpected feeling towards Héctor. [[Change into Nightwear|50]]

Ignore I decide to ignore the men and order myself another drink. But as the minutes pass, I start to feel the weight of boredom creeping in. This club, quieter than I expected, isn’t the kind of place to make new friends or even enjoy myself fully. The sparse crowd and lack of energy leave me restless. After finishing my drink, I get up and leave the club. The night air hits my face as I step outside, and I begin walking back to my motel, taking familiar turns through the dark streets. But after a few turns, I start to feel an unsettling sensation, like someone following me. [[Look back|49.12.21]]

Look back I glance back and my heart drops—it's the same three men from the club, following me. Panic floods through me, and I immediately pick up my pace, walking faster through the dark, unfamiliar streets. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/LsH3RjM6/magicstudio-art-68.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 40%; height: 40%;"> My mind races, and in my growing fear, I lose track of the directions. Suddenly, I feel a rough hand from behind shove me hard, slamming me against the cold brick wall of a building. Panic shoots through my body as I try to steady myself, but before I can react, another set of hands presses me firmly against the wall, pinning me in place. The three men surround me now, their drunken laughs echo in my ears. [[Try to get away|49.12.22]]

Try to get away I struggle against the hands holding me down, desperately trying to break free. Panic surges as I feel one of them grab the hem of my dress, slowly pulling it up, bunching it around my hips and leaving my yellow panty exposed over my asscheeks. Suddenly, a hard slap lands on my ass, and I groan in a mix of fear, the rough hand squeezing my flesh. The hand moves down from my asscheek inbetween my thighs to touch my pussy over my panty. Pressing down on my pussy, the hand rubs until I’m dripping, soaking through my panties. I feel a shiver run down my spine making my nipples hard under my bra. The world around me feels suffocating, and I find it harder to breathe. Just when it seems like everything is spiraling out of control, I feel the weight of the man behind me disappear. I stumble to the ground, scrambling to pull my dress back down, covering myself, trying to regain some sense of control. I look up, heart pounding, to see a stranger delivering a powerful punch to my harasser, sending him stumbling back. The scene unfolds in a blur—fists flying, grunts of pain, and the other men trying to retaliate. After a few more swings, the drunken men, clearly outmatched, decide to retreat. They stagger and run away, disappearing into the shadows of the dark streets. [[The stranger|49.12.23]] <<include "Sidebar" >>

Gratitude He extends his hand, and I take it, still flustered and shaken from what just happened. As I get to my feet, I manage to mutter, “Thank you… um, gracias,” hoping he understands. To my surprise, he responds in perfect English, his voice calm and warm. “What’s a pretty girl like you walking all alone by yourself at this time?” I feel a bit embarrassed, my heart still pounding from the encounter. “Just… going back home,” I say, trying to steady my breath. He looks at me with concern in his eyes. “Let me walk you home.” I hesitate for a second, but after what just happened, the idea of walking alone again sends shivers down my spine. “Okay, thank you,” I reply softly. He nods and gestures for me to lead the way. [[Go back to the motel|49.12.11.2]]

Go back to Motel I decide to head straight home, hoping to spend some time talking to Mark on the phone. After a few turns, I realize that the street ahead looks unfamiliar. My heart starts to race as it hits me—I’ve lost my way. Cursing under my breath, I turn back, retracing my steps. But the more I walk, the more disoriented I feel, taking turn after turn, only to end up somewhere even more unfamiliar. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/Dw6bn5jR/magicstudio-art-37.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 60%; height: 60%;"> Suddenly, I find myself face-to-face with a group of teenagers gathered under the dim glow of a streetlamp. Their voices rise as they notice me, speaking in rapid Spanish I can’t fully understand. The way they look at me sends a wave of fear through my body. Instinctively, I start to back away, quickening my pace, but they follow, their footsteps growing louder. [[Run|49.21]]

Run Panic surges through me as I realize I can’t outrun them. I stop, turning around to face them, my heart pounding. Desperately, I shout at them, hoping it’ll make them back off. Instead, they seem more agitated, their movements aggressive as they close in. I grab a few stones from the ground and throw them, screaming for help, but nothing works. They push me down, and I hit the ground hard, fear choking me as I prepare for the worst. Just when I think I’m about to be mugged—or worse—I hear a groan from one of the teenagers behind the group. I glance up to see him fall to the ground, clutching his side in pain. The other guys whip around, their attention drawn to the stranger who has sucker-punched their friend. The rest of the group freezes, their faces filled with fear. Without saying a word, they grab their fallen friend and flee into the darkness, leaving me stunned and shaken on the ground. My eyes meet the stranger’s, who calmly watches as they disappear into the night. [[The stranger|49.12.23]]

Destiny Calls <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/hGgKptRd/magicstudio-art-61.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 40%; height: 40%;"> A few days later, I find myself in my boss Mike Dent's office. He looks up from his desk with a thoughtful expression. “Good job,” He says, his tone sincere. “Your value is needed elsewhere, and I have a challenge for you. I received a job offer through a friend—a position as a park ranger at the Wildlife National Reserve, Henito, off the coast of Costa Rica.” He hands me the letter. “Take your time to think about it,” Mike continues. “If you decide to go, we’ll miss you here, but I believe your talents would be put to great use in that role.” [[Decision time|6]]

Sleep <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/MKhknBpt/2017-1-dark.png" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 40%; height: 40%;"> As I lie on the bed, staring at the ceiling for what feels like hours, I finally decide to change into something more comfortable and get some sleep. Stripping bare, I pull on my pajama, tossing my discarded dress, yellow bra, and panties into the laundry hamper Lying back down on the bed, I reach for my phone and dial Mark’s number. It rings, but no answer. With a tired sigh, I put my phone down and try to relax, but my thoughts drift back to the incidents from earlier today. The close calls, the danger, and the stranger who saved me—all of it plays on a loop in my mind. A shiver runs through me as I recall how vulnerable I felt in those moments, yet somehow, the memory stirs something deeper. My body reacts unexpectedly, my breath hitching slightly as I feel a warmth building between my legs. I try to push the thoughts away, but my body betrays me, my pussy starts to get wet. [[Think about the stranger|50.1]] [[Think about the gang|50.2]] [[Think about Mark|50.3]]

The Dream As my thoughts wander back to the stranger, the memory becomes vivid. I recall standing in the dimly lit street in front of the hotel, our eyes locked in an unspoken connection. I imagine leaning up on my toes, pressing my lips against his. The kiss is soft at first, but then it deepens, his warm tongue sliding into mine, exploring me with a hunger I didn’t expect. In my dream, his hands find their way to my hips, pulling me closer. I feel his body press against mine, his growing hardness evident as it brushes against my thighs. His touch moves up my body, and I picture his fingers groping my breasts over my dress, sending jolts of excitement through me. As I replay the scene in my mind, my hand unconsciously slips beneath my pajama bottoms, finding the slick warmth between my legs. My fingers graze my wetness, and I let out a soft breath, caught in the swirl of the fantasy and my own arousal. [[Keep Dreaming|50.11]]

The Dream As I let the fantasy of the stranger consume me, I imagine his hand slipping under my skirt, fingers grazing my skin as they inch closer to my pussy. The thought sends a thrill through me, and I find myself biting my lip, the anticipation building. Simultaneously, my own hand slides into my pants, finding the warmth of my body. I picture his hands sliding inside my wet pussy, as I rub myself faster, the sensation intensifying with every stroke. My breath quickens, and I squirm in my bed, lost in the rhythm of my own desire. The line between reality and fantasy blurs as I near the edge, the pleasure overwhelming. With a shuddering gasp, I finally let go, riding the waves of my orgasm as it crashes over me. I squirt, soaking my pajamas, the warmth spreading as I bask in the afterglow. A naughty smile creeps across my face as I lie there, savoring the delicious mix of pleasure and fantasy. [[Sleep|51]]

The Dream As I let the fantasy consume me, I imagine a finger pull my panty aside, and slide insdie my wet folds. The thought sends a thrill through me, and I find myself biting my lip, the anticipation building. Simultaneously, my own hand slides into my pants, finding the warmth of my body. I picture their hands finger fucking my wet pussy, as I rub myself faster, the sensation intensifying with every stroke. My breath quickens, and I squirm in my bed, lost in the rhythm of my own desire. The line between reality and fantasy blurs as I near the edge, the pleasure overwhelming. With a shuddering gasp, I finally let go, riding the waves of my orgasm as it crashes over me. I squirt, soaking my pajamas, the warmth spreading as I bask in the afterglow. A naughty smile creeps across my face as I lie there, savoring the delicious mix of pleasure and fantasy. [[Sleep|51]]

The Dream As my thoughts wander back to the gang, the memory becomes vivid. I recall standing in the dimly lit street, the gang surrounding me. I imagine myself pushed against the wall by them. My heart racing as i feel the bottom of my dress pulled up to my hips, exposing my asscheeks. I feel their hand groping my asscheeks, a few of them pinching making me moan. A hand touching my crotch over the panty, and I picture them rubbing my pussy lips, sending jolts of excitement through me. As I replay the scene in my mind, my hand unconsciously slips beneath my pajama bottoms, finding the slick warmth between my legs. My fingers graze my wetness, and I let out a soft breath, caught in the swirl of the fantasy and my own arousal. [[Keep Dreaming|50.12]]

Dream In my dream, Mark was standing at the foot of my bed, completely naked. His cock was rock hard and standing at attention, ready for me. He wrapped his strong arms around me and pulled me close, his lips finding mine in a passionate kiss. I could feel his cock pressing against my thigh, and I knew what I wanted. I reached down and wrapped my hand around his cock, feeling its warmth and girth. Mark moaned into my mouth as I began to stroke him, my hand moving up and down his length. He broke our kiss and trailed his lips down my neck, nipping and sucking at my skin as he went. I threw my head back, moaning as he made his way down to my breasts. Mark took one of my nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before biting down gently. I gasped at the sensation, my back arching off the bed. He continued to lavish attention on my breasts, switching between them and teasing my nipples with his teeth. I could feel myself growing wetter with every passing moment, my pussy aching for his touch. I reached down and began to rub my clit, my fingers slick with my arousal. Mark looked up at me, his eyes dark with desire. He climbed between my legs, his cock brushing against my thigh as he positioned himself at my entrance. He didn’t need any more encouragement. Mark thrust into me, filling me up completely. I cried out at the sensation, my nails digging into his shoulders as he began to move. He set a fast pace, his hips slapping against mine as he drove himself deeper and deeper into me. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, my moans growing louder and more desperate. Mark reached down and wrapped his hand around my throat, squeezing gently. The dream sent me over the edge, and I came hard, my pussy clenching around my fingers as i make myself cum hard. [[Sleep|51]]

Sunshine <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/tgD9JPkY/2017-1.png" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 60%; height: 60%;"> I wake up to bright sunlight streaming through the window, the warmth coaxing me out of sleep. Deciding to indulge a little longer, I roll over and drift back into a light slumber. Eventually, my stomach growls, demanding attention, and I sit up, groggy and stretching. As I do, I notice a dampness around my crotch and blush at the realization. Flustered, I quickly change into a matching set of underwear, a white blouse, and blue shorts, feeling more comfortable. [[what to do|52]]

Motel room <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/tgD9JPkY/2017-1.png" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 60%; height: 60%;"> I am in my room, feeling the gentle breeze wafting through the open balcony door, providing a welcome relief from the humid heat. The sun rays shine, casting a warm glow across the room. <<if !$p52_1>>[[Take a shower|52.1]]<<else>> <</if>> <<if !$p52_2>>[[Give Laundy to Ruiz|52.2]]<<else>> <</if>> <<if !$p52_5>>[[Take a powernap|52.5]]<</if>> <<if !$p52_3>>[[Find a Rental House|52.3]]<<else>> <</if>> [[Get ready for work|52.4]]

Shower The humid air clings to my skin, making me feel icky and sweaty. Deciding I need a break from the discomfort, I head to the bathroom for a refreshing shower. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/rynHd9M3/magicstudio-art-43.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 60%; height: 60%;"> I strip down naked, leaving my clothes in a heap on the floor. With the fabric gone, I feel a rush of relief. I walk into the bathroom, grabbing a towel but not bothering to close the door behind me. As I step into the shower, I turn on the water, the sound of it cascading fills the air. I stand under the cool spray, feeling it wash away the stickiness of me. I rub my hands over my boobs and down my thighs, cleaning myself as the water flows over me. [[Shampoo my hair|52.11]] [[Finish showering|52.12]] <<set $p52_1 = true>>

Shampoo <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/SNBM5dmW/magicstudio-art-5.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 60%; height: 60%;"> I reach for the shampoo jar from the sink, still standing there wet, the cool droplets glistening on my skin. As I squeeze some into my hands, not realizing it’s mixed with argentino's cum. I step back under the water, the warmth enveloping me again. Slowly, I apply the shampoo to my hair, taking my time to ensure every strand is covered. I massage it into my scalp, enjoying the soothing sensation as the foam begins to build. After a thorough lather, I rinse it out under the shower, letting the clean water wash away the suds. I feel the foam slide off my naked skin, the warm water carrying away the remnants of the day, leaving me clean. [[Dry Myself|52.12]]

Getting dry After turning off the shower, I grab my towel and begin to dry myself, relishing the softness of the fabric against my skin. I walk into the bedroom, still naked, feeling no shame since the balcony provides a sense of privacy with the curtains drawn. The gentle breeze flows through the curtains, causing a delightful shiver to run down my body as the cool air meets the droplets of water still clinging to my skin. I quickly wrap the towel around me, ensuring I’m dry before wearing my clothes, covering my nudity. [[What to do next|52]]

Laundry <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/TYBH0Yyc/magicstudio-art-45.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 60%; height: 60%;"> The laundry basket has been eyeing me all day, nearly full and begging for attention. Ruiz mentioned the laundry services he offers, and since it’s free, why not take advantage of it? I grab the hamper as it is and step out of my room, making my way across the dark hallway. As I reach the kitchen, I find Ruiz busy with something, his back turned to me. I leave the basket on top of the dining table, catching his attention. “Ruiz,” I say, “can you take care of this for me?” “Si, si, senorita,” he replies with a grin, turning to face me. “I wash, i clean, i dry, and give morning tomorrow.” [[Go back to room|52]] [[Ruiz's Pov|52.21]] <<set $p52_2 to true>>

Ruiz's Pov Ruiz grabs the laundry basket and heads into the back room. He takes out the clothes one by one. As he lifts one of the panties, he brings it to his nose, inhaling deeply with a cheeky grin. “Dirty senorita,” he giggles, spotting a wet patch on the crotch of the fabric. He chuckles to himself, taking a moment to smell the next panty, clearly enjoying the moment. He takes a second to close the backroom door and pulls out his fat cock from his pants. Thinking about Stacy, he wraps one panty over his cock while smelling the other. He rubs his cock over the panty enjoying the pleasure running through his nerves. His stroking gets faster, taking in more aroma from the dirty panty simultaneously. Fantasising about stacy's body, he couldnt control and shoots his load of cum into the panty. Groaning, he makes sure all the cum is soaked into the panty as he cleans himself up. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/wBQf9XwW/456D8FB.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 60%; height: 60%;"> With a light-hearted shake of his head, he turns on the washing machine and begins tossing the all the clothes into it. The rhythmic thud of fabric against the machine fills the air, and after a moment, he walks away, leaving the clothes to tumble and swirl in the soapy water. [[Back at the room|52]]

House Hunting I navigate the dark hallways, searching for Ruiz to grab some breakfast. He greets me with a warm smile and serves me a hearty meal. As I eat, I hear Argentino’s voice in the background, and I turn to see him waiting patiently. “I’m ready to show you some houses when you’re done,” he says. I nod, feeling a sense of relief about finding a more permanent place to stay. After finishing my breakfast, I step outside, squinting against the sunlight. There, on the bonnet of my jeep, sits Argentino waiting for me. [[House No 1 |52.31]] <<set $p52_3 to true>>

House no: 1 <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/SKDW6PRf/steven-weeks-a1-F0-OPVqm-WE-unsplash.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 60%; height: 60%;"> We drive deeper into the town, navigating through winding, narrow roads that seem to twist and turn endlessly. The area gradually loses its charm; the houses grow older and more dilapidated, and I can’t shake the feeling that this isn’t the right place for me. Finally, we arrive at the first house, and my heart sinks a little as I step out of the jeep. I can already feel my enthusiasm waning. As we step inside, the disappointment only deepens. The layout is cramped, the floors creak underfoot, and the musty smell hits me immediately. “This isn’t quite what I had in mind,” I say, trying to keep my tone light despite my growing frustration. “Let’s check out the next house.” Argentino nods in agreement, and we quickly make our way back outside. [[Go to house number two|52.32]]

house no : 2 We drive farther out of town, heading toward the outskirts. As we approach the second house, I can already feel a sense of dread creeping up. It’s tucked away, surrounded by overgrown bushes and wild vegetation, with a barely visible path leading to it. The house itself looks like something out of a horror movie—a creepy, rundown building with peeling paint, broken windows, and a sagging roof. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/SQVwXQmn/dan-meyers-i-MQy-RHLe-Z4g-unsplash.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 60%; height: 60%;"> Before we even stop, I shake my head and laugh. “Nope, not this one,” I say with certainty, quickly making a U-turn before we even have a chance to step out. [[Go to house no 3|52.33]]

House no 3 <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/5N4Q3gcP/emily-campbell-g-VG8c-Rj-HF-8-unsplash.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 60%; height: 60%;"> The third house, thankfully, is an improvement over the previous two. It’s still old, but at least it looks well-maintained from the outside. As we step in, the wooden floors creak beneath our feet, and while the furniture is outdated, it’s livable. I sigh, knowing I don’t have many other options right now. "I’ll take it," I say, half-heartedly. There’s a pang of regret in my voice, mostly because I know the drive to work from here will be long and tedious every day. We managed to get back at the motel by mid-afternoon. As i walk into the motel, Ruiz spots the disappoinment in my face asking me " Why so sad senorita?" [[Tell him about Hosue hunting|52.34]]

Ruiz Argentino jumps in and tells him about our house hunting. Ruiz raises an eyebrow, then says, “Why new house senorita? You stay here.” I sigh. “It’s too expensive to stay at the motel Ruiz. I cant afford that” Ruiz waves a hand dismissively. “Señorita, you stay here, same price you pay for house.” I blink, surprised. “Sí. And you get free laundry, room cleaning, and I take food vouchers too,” he adds, smiling. His offer is generous, and I start to think it over. Staying at the motel would be so much easier. I wouldn’t have to move, and I’d still have access to all the comforts, also Argentino, who has quickly become a good friend. It’s tempting—no house to clean, no laundry to worry about, and I’ve grown accustomed to the small comforts of the motel. “Alright,” I say with a smile. “I’ll stay if you are okay with it.” Ruiz grins, pleased. “Good good señorita. You make right choice.” (Diary Updated) [[Go to room|52]] <<set $Diary to $Diary.filter(item => item !== "Home Sweet Home : Find a rental home.")>> <<set $Diary.push("Home Sweet Home : Staying at Ruiz's.")>>

Get ready <<if $p52_1 and $p52_2 and $p52_3>> Watching the clock, I realize it’s time to get to work. Without hesitation, I strip myself naked, tossing my clothes aside as I slip into clean, matching innerwear. I take a moment to adjust them, feeling a sense of comfort in the fresh fabric. Next, I pull on my uniform, smoothing it down before checking myself in the mirror. A wave of pride washes over me as I see my reflection—strong, composed, and ready. Grabbing my things, I take a deep breath, feeling prepared as I head out the door to face the day. [[Go to work|53]] <<set $SideImage1 to "https://i.postimg.cc/J0xWJMR1/magicstudio-art-15.jpg">> <<set $SideImage2 to "https://i.postimg.cc/rsbyMr7L/black.png">> <<set $SideImage3 to "https://i.postimg.cc/02M3RJDS/magicstudio-art-11.jpg">> <<set $SideImage4 to "https://i.postimg.cc/rsbyMr7L/black.png">> <<include "Sidebar" >> <<else>> Its not time yet. <<back>> <</if>>

PowerNap <<if !$p52_3>> Not Sleepy. <<back>> <<else>> I decide to take a nap before i get ready for work. As I settle into bed, the soft sheets wrap around me, and I close my eyes, letting the warmth envelop me. The world outside fades away, and I find myself drifting into a light sleep. Thoughts of Mark float through my mind—his laughter, the way he smiles, and the warmth of his embrace. In my dreams, we’re back home, lounging on the couch together, the TV flickering in the background. Suddenly, I’m jolted awake by the sound of my phone vibrating on the nightstand. <<set $p52_5 to true>> [[Get up|52]] <</if>>

Get to work I step out of the motel just as the sun dips below the horizon, casting a golden hue across the landscape. Climbing into my jeep, I start the engine and drive towards the wildlife reserve. The road ahead is desolate, quiet, with no signs of life—just the hum of the engine and the fading light guiding my way. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/9fQmH3Nq/2017-3.png" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 60%; height: 60%;"> Finally, I reach basecamp, parking my jeep in the shed. I step out and stretch my legs, shaking off the stiffness from the ride. [[Get Inside|54]]

Basecamp <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/SRpwgS15/magicstudio-art-47.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 60%; height: 60%;"> The sun has fully set, leaving only a faint glow in the sky. Noah is sitting in the briefing room, scribbling away on a report. There’s no sign of Lisa anywhere. The quiet murmur of voices drifts from Chief Cole’s office, where he and Liam are deep in conversation. I can’t make out what they’re saying. Maybe i need to take initiative, to show them I’m worth being a park ranger. [[Find Lisa|54.1]] <<if !$p54_2 >>[[Talk with Chief cole|54.2]] <<else>> <</if>> <<if !$p54_32 and $p54_2 >>[[Check evidence|54.3]] <<else>> <</if>> <<if !$p54_4 >>[[Talk with Noah|54.4]] <<else>><</if>> <<if !$p54_51 >>[[Cook dinner|54.5]]<<else>><</if>>

Chief Cole's room I walk towards Chief Cole’s office, the low murmur of conversation growing clearer. Before knocking, I overhear something about the mayor. When I knock, Cole calls out to enter. “Oh, Stacy, you’re here,” he says as soon as he sees me. “Ready for your first night out in the wild?” His tone is light, but Liam lets out a quick, sinister chuckle that makes my skin prickle. “Yes, Chief Cole. I’m ready,” I reply, forcing a steady tone. “Actually, I wanted to ask you something.” “What is it, Stacy?” he asks, raising an eyebrow. “I’d like to go through the evidence of the fires in the deep forest—see if I can pick up any clues on who the arsonist might be.” Cole’s eyes widen, his expression shifting as if I’d just unearthed a buried secret. For a moment, it feels like I’ve said something dangerous. “Oh... yes,” he replies, slower this time. “I never thought you’d be interested in that. But by all means, please go through the evidence box in the equipment room and let me know what you think.” I nod, feeling a spark of excitement.. [[Leave room|54]] <<set $p54_2 to true>>

Check Evidence I make my way to the equipment room, the air thick with dust and the faint smell of old wood. Boxes are stacked high, some labeled, some not—each one a repository of past incidents and forgotten items. It takes a few minutes of searching before I finally spot the one labeled "Arson Incident." I pull it down and set it on the table, lifting the lid. Inside, I find a few crumpled reports and an evidence bag. I rummage through the contents—just papers and one small evidence bag with something inside. "That's it?" I mutter to myself, feeling a bit underwhelmed. I had expected more, maybe something that would jump out at me, but all I see is a thin report and a single bag of evidence. [[Read the report|54.31]] [[Check the evidence bag|54.32]] <<back>>

Report Incident Report: Sector 17 Fire Location: Sector 17, Deep Forest Date: xx-xx-xxxx. Summary: A fire broke out in Sector 17, causing significant damage to the surrounding forest. The fire was contained after several hours by the wildlife reserve team. Evidence Collected: Half-burnt tree bark piece found at the scene, deemed to be the potential cause of the fire. The source of the rubber and its link to the arsonist remains unclear. Conclusion: Further investigation required to identify the responsible party. The tree bark evidence has been logged for analysis, but no direct leads have been established. "umm, strange! The report barly contains a few lines. " I wonder myself. <<back>>

Evidence bag <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/76XBNrRM/DALL-E-2024-10-24-13-57-20-A-close-up-view-of-a-piece-of-wooden-tree-bark-showing-distinct-burn-ma.webp" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 60%; height: 60%;"> A half burnt tree bark. The burn patterns looks like there are some sort of deposits on them. I need to find out what these deposits are. (Diary Updated) [[back|54]] <<set $p54_32 to true>> <<set $Diary.push("Firebug: A Firebug is on the loose. I have to find out the deposits from the Charred tree bark. That might give a clue to catch the Arsonist.")>> <<set $Diary to $Diary.filter(item => item !== "Firebug: A Firebug is on the loose, maybe my police investigation skills will help finding out who is causing the fires. The fires might be the reason for the elephants' migration changes. Only if I could visit the fire incident place to gather evidence.")>>

Talk with Noah I catch sight of Noah at the other end of the room, focused on filling out a report. Feeling a mix of curiosity, I approach him. “Hey, Noah,” I say, trying to catch his attention. He looks up, a smile breaking across his face. “Stacy! How’s it going? Ready for your first night?” " yes very much indeed. I hope i come back alive." i joke and laugh. Noah laughs, leaning back in his chair. “Umm, I am going to a party in town—want to join?” I hesitate for a moment, considering the invitation. “I’ll try to come,” I say, giving him a smile. “Thanks for the invite!” “Great! It’ll be fun,” he replies enthusiastically. “Just let me know if you can make it.” I leave him with a wave, feeling a little lighter after our chat. [[Get back to work|54]] <<set $p54_4 to true>>

Cook Dinner Feeling inspired, I decide to cook dinner for myself and the crew. Since Lisa isn’t around, I want to whip up something tasty that’ll bring everyone together. I scan the ingredients in the kitchen, mentally piecing together what I can make with what’s available. Halfway through gathering everything, I grab the flour box, but it won’t budge. I struggle for a moment, holding the box against my chest as I claw at the lid with my nails. After a few frustrating attempts, the lid finally pops off, but not without consequence—the flour spills out, dusting my shirt in a fine white powder. “Great,” I mutter, suppressing a laugh. Thank goodness I didn’t drop the box completely. I manage to keep it steady and continue cooking, my focus shifting back to the task at hand. Once I finish preparing the meal, the aroma fills the kitchen, and I can’t help but feel a sense of accomplishment despite the flour mishap. But as I glance at my shirt, I notice the flour now speckled across. [[Clean my shirt|54.51]] <<set $p54_5 to true>>

Cleanup Realizing it’s better to clean up my shirt before anyone notices, I walk toward the locker room, hoping to remain unnoticed. Standing in front of the sink, I grab a handful of tissue and start dabbing at the flour. To my dismay, I notice the flour has seeped through the gaps between my buttons, creating a wet smudge against my skin from the sweat. With a sigh, I decide to unbutton my shirt, exposing my bra as I try to clean the flour off thoroughly. I stand in front of the sink mirror, shirt open, focused on removing every trace of the mess. As I clean myself, I can’t help but glance at my reflection, feeling a mix of excitement in between my legs, as i stand there exposing my bra. Just then, I catch a movement in the mirror behind me. I turn slightly, and to my surprise, I see Chief Cole stepping back, our eyes locking for a brief moment before he quickly turns and leaves the room. “Shit,” I mutter under my breath, my heart racing. “How long has he been there?” I wonder, a flush creeping up my cheeks. The thought lingers in my mind: “Was he staring at my boobs?” Feeling a mixture of embarrassment, I can feel my panty becoming wet. I quickly finish cleaning up, half-expecting him to return at any moment. [[Back to work|54]] <<set $p54_51 to true>>

Find Lisa <<if !($p54_2 && $p54_32 && $p54_4 && $p54_51)>> Lisa has not arrived yet. <<back>> <<else>> With only minutes left before the evening briefing, Lisa walks in, dressed in her jogging pants, looking like she just came from a jog or yoga session. “Hey, you look all ready for your first night,” she waves, a smile on her face. “I’ll change and come back quickly.” Before I can respond, she pulls me into the lockers with her. The air is filled with the familiar scent of laundry detergent and the soft rustle of fabric as she digs through her things. “Are you excited?” Lisa asks, glancing over at me while rifling through her locker. “Yeah, I am,” I reply, feeling a mix of anticipation. “Its gonna be fun” she winks. She gets into a shower stall not bothering to close the curtain. I see her stripping her clothes one by one, discarding her clothes to the dirty floor. [[Peek|54.11]] [[Walk away|55]] <</if>>

Decision TIme Back at home, I feel a mix of excitement and anticipation as I wait for my boyfriend, Mark, to arrive. The prospect of a new adventure is thrilling, and I can’t help but think about the Wildlife National Reserve. I decide to search for more information online. As I search, I find a detailed map and a description of Henito. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/d0DnLwKq/PARK-RANGER-MAP.png" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 80%; height: 80%;"> Just then, I hear the sound of Mark’s car pulling into the driveway. My heart races as I get ready to greet him at the door. [[Ritual|7]]

The Ritual Before Mark even gets out of the car, I decide to indulge in our special ritual, something we do to celebrate important moments. I slowly unbutton my pajama shirt, revealing my black bra underneath, which encases my boobs. With a swift motion, I untie the strings of my pajama pants, letting them fall to the floor as I step out of them. I let the unbuttoned shirt drop, leaving me in just my black bra and matching panties. Taking a deep breath, I unclasp the bra, allowing it to fall away as well. I pause for a moment, feeling the thrill of anticipation, then grab the waistband of my panties and slide them down my thighs until they pool at my feet, leaving me completely naked. As I hear the keys jingle at the door, I open it wide, standing there unabashedly naked. Mark’s eyes widen in shock as he takes in the unexpected sight. [[Jump at Mark|7.1]] [[Turn around|7.2]] [[Mark is not alone|7.3]] <<set $SideImage1 to "https://i.postimg.cc/NjKrXMLP/female-pajama-shirt-and-pant-c.jpg">> <<set $SideImage3 to "https://i.postimg.cc/vm69JBs6/53a75oih.png">> <<include "Sidebar" >>

Jump at Mark I jump into Mark's arms as he closes the door, my hips locking around his waist while my hands wrap around his neck. Our lips meet in a passionate kiss, and I can feel his hands grabbing my ass cheeks for support. He struggles for a moment, then manages to carry me toward the nearby wall, pressing my back against it. His grip on my ass cheeks tightens, igniting a fire within me. My hands move down to unbuckle his belt, allowing his pants to slip down around his ankles. As I free his cock from the confines of his underwear, I begin to rub it, feeling the warmth and hardness against my palm. [[Align his cock|8]]

Turn around I turn around in front of Mark just as he closes the door, presenting my ass to him. I feel his hands pushing me firmly towards the nearby wall and press my boobs agaisnt it. The sensation sends a thrill through me as he clutches my ass cheeks hard, separating them. My hands move instinctively to unbuckle his belt, letting his pants drop to the floor. With a swift motion, I free his cock from his underwear, and I can feel the heat radiating from him [[Align his cock|8]]

Shame I stood there, completely naked, the front door wide open, ready to surprise Mark. My heart raced as I posed confidently, my nipples hard and my pussy wet with excitement. But the look on Mark’s face wasn’t what I expected—he seemed shocked. "Blue... I’m not alone," he said, and my heart sank. My face flushed as I saw his workmate standing behind him, eyes glued to my body with a grin he couldn’t hide. "Fuck!" I screamed, bolting back inside, giving them both an unintended view of my naked ass as I rushed to the bedroom. Slamming the door, I sat there, mortified and filled with shame. A few minutes later, there was a knock. Mark stepped in, looking apologetic. "He’s gone," he said gently. I couldn’t look up, my eyes fixed on the floor. "I didn’t know you’d be home early," He muttered. "I invited him over for a chat and a drink," Mark explained, sitting beside me and wrapping his arms around my waist, pulling me close. "Accidents happen, Blue," he whispered, his voice soothing. "Forget it." "Whats the Ritual for?" he asks trying to distract my thoughts. [[Job Offer|7.31]]

:: Hard Choice I lean forward and tell Mark, "I got a job offer. Park ranger, at Henito Wildlife Park, off the coast of Costa Rica." Mark looks surprised, taking in the news. "Wow, that’s... amazing," he says, clearly processing it. "But have you really thought it through?" "I have," I reply, my voice steady but soft. "But I’d miss you." Mark smiles, a warmth in his eyes. "I wouldn’t mind, as long as you promise to take care of me every now and then." He smirks, his hand gently resting on my thigh. "I just want you to be happy." Moved by his words, I hug him tightly and kiss his lips, whispering, "I love you." He chuckles and kisses me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth. "And I told you I love fucking you," he smiles, spreading his thighs and pointing at his Buldge. <<set $Diary.push("[[Henito]]: Settle in Henito")>>(Diary Updated) [[Ritual extended|7.32]]

Desire Mark pulls me over his lap, facing him, his eyes dark with desire. His hands move up to my boobs, squeezing them firmly, making me shudder under his touch. Slowly, his hands travel downward, teasing my skin until they reach my crotch. He brushes his fingers over my pussy lips, and I can’t help but gasp as he teases, "You are wet... did you enjoy exposing yourself to strangers?" The heat rushes to my face, turning it crimson with shame as I try to hide, but his touch is too intoxicating. I feel his finger slip between my wet folds, and my pussy lips involuntarily clench around him, my body betraying how much I need him. His fingers are slick with my juices, and it drives me wild. I can’t take it anymore—my hands move to his crotch, quickly unbuckling his pants, and I eagerly fish out his cock, needing to feel him inside me. [[Desire|7.33]]

Desire It was long and thick, and I couldn't help but wrap my hand around it. Mark's breathing hitched as I touched him, and I knew I had him right where I wanted him.I started to rub his cock with both hands, feeling it twitch and grow even harder in my grip. Mark, in the meantime, was finger fucking my pussy, his fingers moving in and out of me with expert precision.I moaned, my hips rocking against his hand as I continued to stroke his cock. I moved closer to him, lifting my ass up and shifting my position so that his cock was aligned with my entrance. I slowly sat down on him, feeling him stretch my folds as I took him inside me. I moaned as I bottomed out, my pussy engulfing his cock as I leaned forward to kiss him.Our lips met in a passionate kiss, our tongues tangling as I started to move my hips, fucking him slowly at first and then picking up the pace as I felt him match my movements. The intensity was so high that I could feel my orgasm building, my juices spreading around his cock and making noises as our thighs slapped against each other. I started riding him harder, my hips moving in fast, circular motions as I brought myself to the brink of ecstasy. I could feel Mark's own climax building, his moans growing louder and more desperate as I rubbed my clit, bringing myself to the edge.And then, with a final, powerful thrust, I came, my pussy clenching around Mark's cock as I cried out in pleasure. Mark followed soon after, his own orgasm ripping through him as he filled me with his cum.I collapsed against him, my breathing heavy as I hugged and cuddled him, feeling the post-orgasmic bliss wash over me. We stayed like that for a while, our bodies slick with sweat and our hearts pounding in our chests. [[Off to Henito|11]]

Ritual He growls and grabs a handful of my hair, pulling it tight as he aligns his cock with my pussy. I gasp as he enters me, my pussy gripping him tightly. "Fuck, you're so tight, Blue," he groans, starting to thrust in and out of me. I moan, my head thrown back as he fucks me harder and harder. His grip on my hair tightens, and I can feel every inch of him inside me. "Yes, Mark, just like that." I beg, my pussy clenching around him. He obliges, his thrusts becoming more forceful and urgent. I can feel myself getting closer and closer to cumming, my body tensing up as he pounds into me. "I'm gonna cum, Stacy." he says, his voice strained. "Yes, Mark. yes." I reply, my voice breathless. He groans and thrusts deeper into me, his cock twitching as he releases his load inside me. I moan, my pussy milking him for every last drop. "Fuck, that was amazing," he says, collapsing against me. I smile, my body still trembling from the aftershocks of my orgasm. "I have something to tell you" I say, catching my breath. [[Hard choice|9]]

Hard Choice We move to the couch, both of us sitting there naked. I lean forward, catching my breath, and tell Mark, "I got a job offer. Park ranger, at Henito Wildlife Park, off the coast of Costa Rica." Mark looks surprised, taking in the news. "Wow, that’s... amazing," he says, clearly processing it. "But have you really thought it through?" "I have," I reply, my voice steady but soft. "But I’d miss you." Mark smiles, a warmth in his eyes. "I wouldn’t mind, as long as you promise to take care of me every now and then." He smirks, his hand gently resting on my thigh. "I just want you to be happy." Moved by his words, I hug him tightly and kiss his lips, whispering, "I love you." He chuckles and kisses me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth. "And I told you I love fucking you," he smiles, spreading his thighs and pointing at his half erect cock. <<set $Diary.push("[[Henito]]: Settle in Henito")>>(Diary Updated) [[Ritual extended|10]]

Lost Soul After the incident, I lost my job. It made headlines, my face and the tragedy broadcast everywhere. The weight of what happened stayed with me, a shadow I could never escape. I went home with a broken soul, carrying the guilt like a heavy burden. I never worked again after that. Instead, I found solace in my family. I had two beautiful children and became a stay-at-home mom, dedicating my life to them. They became my world, a light in the darkness of my past. But the memory of that day never fully faded. And that’s how my story [[ends|002]]

:: End You cannot play the game. goodbye.

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Argentino , 18 year old, works as helper at Ruiz's Motel <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/N0CZZxb7/18-year-old-teen-boy-costa-Ric.jpg " alt="My Image" style="max-width: 60%; height: 60%;"> <<back>>

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Mobile Phone Old Mobile phone Gifted to me by dad. It works but very outdated. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/jS7DM1Ks/alexander-andrews-Sq-Urv-It4-B68-unsplash.jpg " alt="My Image" style="max-width: 30%; height: 30%;"> <<back>>

Pneu-Dart G2 X-Caliber <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/j2hjVV2f/Pneu-Dart-Rifles-G2-XCaliber-Ih20.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 30%; height: 30%;"> The Pneu-Dart G2 X-Caliber is a precision dart gun designed for humane wildlife management and veterinary use. Known for its lightweight and ergonomic design, it offers a smooth, quiet operation, making it ideal for use in sensitive environments. The G2 X-Caliber features an adjustable power setting, allowing for effective delivery of tranquilizer darts at varying distances. With its reliable performance and accuracy, this dart gun is an essential tool for professionals working in wildlife conservation and animal control. <<back>>

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Engagement ring My engagement ring From Mark. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/JnG34qZt/engagementring-cinematic-shot.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 30%; height: 30%;"> <<back>>

Ethan Cole Chief Ranger at henito Wildlife reserve. 47-year-old American with a fit physique stands at 6 feet tall and with a toned build. He has salt-and-pepper hair, sharp blue eyes and a scar around his neck. <<back>>

Alejandero Hector Local Farmer, 33. The one who saved me. <<back>>

New job as park ranger in Henito Wildelife Reserve. New experiences and responsibilities. <<back>>

Henito Wildlife Reserve San Henito Wildlife Reserve, located on the Osa Peninsula in Costa Rica, spans 42,000 acres of lush tropical rainforest, featuring diverse ecosystems. The reserve experiences a tropical climate with a wet season from May to November and a dry season from December to April, supporting rich biodiversity, including majestic elephants, colorful insects, numerous snake species jaguars, monkeys, various reptiles, and a wide array of birds. Intersected by rivers such as the Rio laudi and dotted with hidden waterfalls, the reserve offers hiking trails and wildlife protection efforts. No visitors allowed into the wildlife reserve. Warning: Unauthorized entry into San Henito Wildlife Reserve is strictly prohibited and will be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law. Endangered animals are protected here, as poaching and other illegal activities pose threats to the ecosystem. If you notice any suspicious activity, please inform our wildlife enforcement office immediately. <<back>>

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The Owner of the Motel, 51, local Person of Cielo Carlo <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/mDMVV3nr/51-year-old-fat-guy-costa-Rica.jpg.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 60%; height: 60%;"> <<back>>

Jeep Keys <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/2jhqCZxd/magicstudio-art-1.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 60%; height: 60%;"> Keys for the old green Jeep has a rusty exterior with faded paint and a few dents. Its comfortable seats show signs of wear but remain intact. The tires are slightly worn, and the headlights are cloudy. Overall, it has a rugged appearance. <<back>>

Liam O'Connor (40, Australian): Liam is tall with a normal build, sporting short sandy blonde hair and a sun-kissed complexion. He is tall and has a small belly held tight by his belt. <<back>>

Lisa Crawford (35, French): Lisa has shoulder-length wavy brown hair and warm hazel eyes. She has a fit build. She has bigger bust than mine, a bit jealous. <<back>>

Map around of Henido Wildlife Reserve <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/d0DnLwKq/PARK-RANGER-MAP.png" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 80%; height: 80%;"> <<back>>

Mark Hanson My Highschool sweetheart, American, Same age as mine. <<back>>

Mike Dent My boss at My hometown Zoo, American, age 54. <<back>>

Miss Emily Brown My favourite kindergarden Teacher, American. <<back>>

My Mom and Dad American. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/PrqZQKPx/A-picture-of-American-couple-f.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 30%; height: 30%;"> <<back>>

Noah Petrov (33, Russian): Noah has short dark hair, piercing blue eyes, and a lean physique. There is something odd about him and his aura. <<back>>

Old Pocket Knife <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/wvtmX4Jn/magicstudio-art.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 60%; height: 60%;"> The old pocket knife has a worn blade and a scratched handle, reflecting years of use. It’s looks like a reliable tool that has served well over time. <<back>>

Prom Dress The Dress that i wore for my high Scool Prom. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/6prv9PPM/A-picture-of-blue-prom-dress-9.jpg " alt="My Image" style="max-width: 30%; height: 30%;"> <<back>>

Isatphone 2 Satellite Phone (S2-24) <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/cJk38GKQ/inmarsat-isatphone-2-600-600-2-1.png" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 60%; height: 60%;"> The worn-out walkie-talkie, with faded buttons and a few scratches, shows signs of rugged use but still holds the hope of reliable communication. My initials are engraved on the side. <<back>>

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Sparky Sparky - Border Collie My dog. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/y8Yf9FzX/a-happy-border-collie-cinemati.jpg.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 60%; height: 60%;"> <<back>>

Stella 18 year old women, Local, Argentino's Crush. <<back>>

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Tom Dirk My high school Bully, American, Same age as mine. <<back>>

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Airline Upgrade Voucher It promises a complimentary upgrade to business class, with no name attached. <<back>>

Winchester Model 70 <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/DZDycC64/Mod70-sporter.jpg.webp" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 60%; height: 60%;"> An old Winchester Model 70, its wood stock weathered and metal surfaces dulled by years of use. Engraved with the initials "SBQ" on the bottom handle <<back>>

Mark's Dad Pickup Truck <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/8cf7xXWB/zane-priedite-KYJKu-kp-GSc-unsplash.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 30%; height: 30%;"> <<back>>

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Peek I stand there without moving as Lisa strips naked in the stall. I can see her naked body as she ties her hair into a bun. My eyes linger on her white, sweaty ass, fixating on the black mole on her right cheek. My throat runs dry as I look at what’s unfolding in front of me. The room becomes quiet as I can hear my own heartbeat. My body starts to sweat from the tension that’s building within me. Lisa bends down to pick up her discarded clothes from the floor, flashing me her clean pussy and her asshole. My eyes go wide as I stare at her private parts. I feel my pussy get moist as it starts to leak my juices from the sight in front of me. My nipples become hard under my bra, pressing against the fabric. I regain control as I turn around, hearing the shower turn on. [[Walk away|55]]

Briefing I walk into the briefing room, where everyone is gathered. I spot Liam alreeady present, and Lisa joins us in her uniform. For a moment, I can’t help but recall images of her in her naked, but I quickly push those thoughts aside to focus on the meeting. Chief Cole begins with the usual routine, outlining tasks for the evening. “Tonight is special,” he says, looking at me. “It’s Stacy’s first night out in the field. Lisa will accompany her, while Liam oversees the basecamp.” Nerves swell within me at the mention of my name. “Remember to stay safe, everyone,” he concludes, and with that, Noah and Chief Cole gather their things and leave. [[Night patrol|56]]

Night Patrol Lisa and I grab our backpacks and equipment, saying goodbye to Liam as we head out. I follow her as we walk along the trail into the reserve. The path soon turns deep and dark, engulfing us in the thick forest. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/sDwG3Sfw/magicstudio-art-51.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 40%; height: 40%;"> “Normally, I walk fast,” Lisa says, “but I’ll take it easy for you tonight.” The darkness swirls around us, illuminated only by the beams of our torches. For the first time, I feel a twinge of fear as the sounds of insects fill the air and a couple of monkeys scream in the distance. After four hours of patrolling the deep forest—marking locations and taking notes—we finally reach the watchtower in Sector 22, situated on the banks of the Laudi River. The structure looms above us, a silent guardian amidst the encroaching darkness. [[Watchtower S22|57]]

Watchtower S22 <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/GtXBxMK8/Untitled-design-9.png" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 40%; height: 40%;"> I am in the watchtower located in sector 22 overlooking the River. The forest is calm and quiet with occasional animal noises. Lisa is at the bottom of the watchtower finishing everynight checklist. What should i do? [[Scope Binoculars|57.1]] <<if !$p57_2>>[[Check on Lisa|57.2]]<<else>><</if>> <<if !$p57_3>>[[Go on patrol|57.3]]<<else>><</if>> <<if !$p57_4>>[[Write Report|57.4]]<<else>><</if>> [[Rest for a while|58]]

Scope Binoculars I take the high-powered binoculars and scope into the dark forest, searching for any signs of disturbance. The night is quiet, and I notice nothing unusual in the shadows. The river flows steadily in the distance, its surface glistening under the moonlight. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/DZY7wtwz/Untitled-design-10.png" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 40%; height: 40%;"> Through the binoculars, I can make out the border from this vantage point, but there’s nothing else of interest in the scope. I shift my focus, scanning the trees and underbrush, but the darkness seems to hold its secrets tight. Feeling a mix of relief and disappointment, I lower the binoculars.“Looks clear from here.” [[put Binoculars away|57]]

Check on Lisa I go down to check on Lisa, but the darkness makes it hard to see her. Her backpack and rifle are neatly placed on the ground, so I start searching the area. Then I notice her behind a tree, squinting to focus in the dim light. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/13qXY0rd/Untitled-design-11.png" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 40%; height: 40%;"> As I step closer, I realize she’s smoking something. As i step closer to her, my footsteps makes her turn to me in shock.“Hey, you scared me! I though you were a Puma” she tells me. “Do you smoke weed?” she asks, curiosity in her eyes. I shake my head. “No, I don’t.” “It’s really good stuff,” she replies, taking another puff. “It helps me get through the night.” She laughs, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “I hope you don’t rat me out to Chief Cole!” “Nah, I’m cool with it,” I say with a grin. Was her hand insdie her pants? - I think to myself. Probably my imagination. [[Get back to watchtower|57]] <<set $p57_2 to true>>

Patrol Deciding to stretch my legs, I set out on a patrol, walking down from the watchtower to inform Lisa of my plans. “Do you have your maps and rifle?” she asks, glancing up from her spot. I turn to show her my backpack, my rifle slung securely across my back. “Got it all right here,” I assure her as I make my way along the riverbank, my torch cutting through the darkness. The gentle sound of the flowing water accompanies my footsteps, and I feel more at ease as I navigate the path. The night air is cool against my skin, making my bladder tingle. [[Releive myself in the bushes|57.31]] <<set $p57_3 to true>>

Write Report I realize it’s time to write tonight’s report. Finding a good spot on the watchtower, I pull out my notebook and pen, ready to document my observations. I start filling out the report, noting the markers and checkposts I passed along the way. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/Z5Wc0QFM/Untitled-design-12.png" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 40%; height: 40%;"> As I write, I make sure to highlight that there were no abnormal sightings during the patrol. I meticulously jot down the timestamps, ensuring everything is accurate and detailed. Twenty minutes pass as I finalize the report, feeling a sense of accomplishment wash over me. I take a moment to review it, making sure I haven’t missed anything important. Satisfied with my work, I tuck the report back into my backpack and glance up at the sky. [[What next|57]] <<set $p57_4 to true>>

Rest <<if !($p57_4)>> Need to write report first. <<back>> <<else>> Lisa climbs up to the watchtower, rubbing her eyes. “Are you done with your report?” she asks. “Yep, perfect and to the point,” I reply, feeling good about the work I’ve done. “I’m gonna sleep for a while,” she says, pulling a blanket over herself. “You can sleep too if you want; no one will find out.” I watch as she settles in, drifting off quickly. I try to stay awake, resisting the urge to slack off, even though the quiet night feels never-ending. The hours drag by in the stillness, the only sounds being the occasional rustle of leaves or distant animal calls. Eventually, Lisa stirs and wakes up, stretching. It’s still three hours until sunrise. We pack up our stuff, ready to head back to base camp. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/sDwG3Sfw/magicstudio-art-51.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 40%; height: 40%;"> As we walk, the silence becomes too much, and we start singing random songs to pass the time. [[Basecamp|59]] <</if>>

Releive myself I pause for a moment, considering my options. The riverbank is quiet, and the sounds of nature envelop me, but I know I shouldn’t stray too far from the path. After a quick glance around to ensure no one is watching, I decide to step behind a nearby bush. I take a deep breath, feeling a mix of relief and embarrassment as I quickly unbuckle my belt and pull down my pants, exposing my panty. I feel my pussy tingle as i stand there with the pants lying at my ankle. Pulling my panty down my thighs, i squat down behind the bush. The small light from the torch makes me see my pussy hair cleary. Feeling a bit naughty, i switch off the torch making the surrounding dark and almost making me blind. The quiet darkness and only the sound of insects chirping, makes my body shiver in excitement. I calm myself down as i let go a stream of my pee, hitting the soil. I relieve myself as the pee becomes a small puddle on the ground. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/rs1rDvf5/Untitled-design-13.png" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 40%; height: 40%;"> [[Feeling naughty?|57.3.1]] [[Thats enough, Let get back|57.32]]

Getting naughty Feeling a bit naughty, i decide to give into my pleasure and indulge myself in some fun. I let my hand down to touch my pussy, feeling the wet hairy slit of mine. I can feel my pussy getting wetter by the second, my clit throbbing with need. I let a finger slide in, feeling my juices dripping down. I spread my legs wider feeling the cool air on my pussy. Rubbing my clit, slowly at first, then faster and harder. My mind wanders to the images of Chief cole spying at me when i am cleaning myself up. I imagine myself pulling my bra cups down, exposing my boobs and my hard nipples, unaware of the prying eyes of the chief. I feel my orgasm building, my pussy clenching with need. I close my eyes, my orgasm crashing over me like a wave as i think of chief cole"s lingering eyes on my exposed nipples. I feel my pussy clenching, my juices flowing down my legs as i cum myself. I moan, closing my eyes feeling the pleasure run thorugh my body. Feeling relaxed after my orgasm, i quickly clean up and get back to the patrol. I still can feel the post orgasmic bliss on my pussy as i walk by the riverbank. [[End patrol|57]]

Get back Once I’m done, I adjust my uniform and head back to the riverbank, feeling lighter and ready to continue my patrol. The darkness feels a little less intimidating now, and I refocus on my surroundings, scanning the area for any signs of movement. [[End patrol|57]]

Commotion As we approach basecamp, the sun is fully set, casting long shadows over the area. I spot a cluster of vehicles parked outside, more than usual—news vans, SUVs, and unfamiliar cars. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/nL84dYNR/Untitled-design-14.png" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 40%; height: 40%;"> Inside, the tension is palpable. A small crowd is gathered—reporters, staff, and a few people I don’t recognize, all standing and murmuring to each other. At the center of it all is Chief Cole, standing next to a neatly dressed man. The well-dressed man raises his voice to the cameras, "I, the mayor of Villanueva, am proud to announce a donation of $500,000 to the San Henito Wildlife Reserve to improve its facilities. Soon we will try to open the reserve to tourism, making San Henito a tourist haven and boosting the local economy.” Chief Cole’s smile looks strained, like it might crack at any moment, but he holds it together for the cameras, hiding his frustration well. I glance at Lisa, and she meets my eyes. Neither of us needs to say it—we’re both thinking the same thing. This isn’t good. The reserve is already under strain, and turning it into a tourist hotspot could make things even worse. [[Basecamp|60]]

Basecamp <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/SRpwgS15/magicstudio-art-47.jpg" alt="My Image" style="max-width: 60%; height: 60%;"> The sun is shining, leaving only a bright glow in the sky. The mayor and chief cole are in the Chief's office. Liam, Noah, Lisa and myself stand in the breifing room. The people who had come to the press meet make themselves comfortable with the free breakfast arranged by the mayor. I see a lone police officer standing near the entrance. [[End of Update|61]]

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