Day One: Early Morning

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She squirmed; a familiar feeling tingled in her lower abdomen. The sloshing of water echoed in her ears, and the lone cry of a seagull accompanied it. The waves moved in and out, and again, with their continuous noise. Trickling and lapping and never stopping. The girl?s thighs tightened, and in her snoozing she could not help but toss to one side. Wetness enveloped her ankles and wiggling toes. Like an explosive device igniting she snapped her eyes open and frantically the blonde had to do the ?pee pee? dance, sitting down even. ?What the hell!?? her cry could rival that of the screeching seagull roaming the shore. It didn?t mind crying back at her. ?Oh shut up!? she bit down on her lip, with much effort she struggled to her feet, while her knees locked and she squeezed her thighs together in an effort not to shame herself.

There were only a few instances that could rival the relief that was this. Of course for a woman, it wasn?t exactly easy to do in the wilderness. Regardless of how she saved her panties, she did, and that was what mattered. If she hadn?t found her awfully struggled foot impressions in the sand she would never have found her way back to the wide open world. The trees were thick where she had gone to, and she quite preferred the sandy beach. The darkness of night was bearing down on her, which had her shivering, despite being thankfully dry. She stared down at her feet, and contemplated the fact that she was shoeless.

?Again with the collars,? she tapped the metallic fashion crisis on her neck. ?Maybe bondage suits me, too bad I don?t have a mirror.? Her gaze swept along the crisp waves and upward to take in the twinkling twilight. The luminous moon was slowly sulking down into oblivion. However, the clouds did not shy from cresting its gleaming edges. It was rather beautiful. The blonde pondered on whether ones birthday could be during a specific time, perhaps a time such as now. The moon would be a perfect addition to ones? birthday. She had to nod matter-of-factly.

Her toes curled into the sand, and this was how she happened upon a random and pointless seashell. She just as pointlessly picked up the discarded thing and decided to pocket it. A deep breath filled her lunges before she moved onward along the coast. She wasn?t so stupid as to have forgotten the pack that had so mysteriously materialized with her on the island. She had concluded that this was indeed an island, due to the fact that islands did have seagulls. She assumed as much anyway. The arrogant bird just happened to shriek as that thought crossed her mind. Eighteen wondered why they weren?t sleeping. Perhaps they had had a nap too, that was a possibility.

There was no particular plan in mind, seeing as she was rather absent minded. Well, one idea was that of roasted seagull, but she lacked the proper abilities to capture one of those noisy fiends. It was an idea for next time. There was one interesting thing about all of this, and that was the contents of her pack. She had taken to snooping through it. She considered the act to be snooping?even though it was hers. Really, though, it wasn?t. The fact was, the contents were intriguing, and mind boggling, but in due time she would bang it on a rock or something. Yeah, that sounded like a good plan. So as the android that was numbered eighteen meandered across the soggy beach in an eastern direction, she fantasized about cooking a certain fowl that chose to serenade her as she adventured.