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Victim Four, Pt. 4 of 6. The afternoon of the next day was cloudy and breezy. Ingrid was on lifeguard duty for over an hour and carefully watching people relaxing on the beach and in the water when she heard a cry for help. She quickly looked over the shore and scanned the surface beyond like a hawk, until she saw a young brown-haired woman thrashing about in the deeper water. "What the hell is that dumb broad doing that far out in the rough sea anyway?" she whispered to herself. "Gotta be nuts or stupid." After attaching a floatation device to herself with a rope and donning her goggles, she ran into the water with panther speed and began swimming out to her. The task was a battle every stroke of the way, as the waves had frequent small white caps and continuously beat against her. However, she was in top physical condition and persisted with instinct in her endeavor and mission.
Victim Four, Pt. 3 of 6. More tranquil minutes passed before Susan heard a car rapidly approach. She sat up again as it parked near theirs and next saw a sandy-haired man with a moderately muscular frame emerge from it. He was wearing snickers, Levi cut-offs, and a light-blue shirt with the words "I'm Hers because She deserves the Best" printed on it. Susan stood and posed submissively as he came closer. He confronted her soon afterward and quickly asked, "Hey, Toots. Where's Ingrid?" "Oh, in the water -- naturally," she said, and then added, "Bud." He studied the water with care for some seconds, and when he saw Ingrid break the surface again, he quickly ran past her, delivered a sharp pat on the buttock in the process, and snapped, "Thanks a lot, Toots." Susan exhaled noisily in disgust then and sat down on the
Victim Four, Pt. 2 of 6. Ingrid managed to get Susan out in the water to an extent where it was almost neck-deep. It was very clear, and its surface was like glass. She looked back at the white sandy beach and took a small step backward before Ingrid handed her a mask and said, "Here. Put this on, and let's kneel on the bottom." Susan nodded and with a a more adulterated voice afterward replied, "Wha g-next, boss?" As the mask began to fog, Ingrid indicated what was next with action. She took a deep breath and submerged herself; Susan did the same. She saw her slowly exhaling air until her toned young body sank to the sandy bottom and proceeded to copy her. A few seconds later, they were facing each other. Susan observed Ingrid's confident facial expression and her long black hair suspended in the water above her head; she had
Victim Four, Pt. 1 of 6. Ingrid came into her room late and found her pretty roommate in the tranquil state of a deep sleep. She had established a romantic affair with a wild and adventurous man recently, and on this night had delved well into his warm private life. She wanted to probe even deeper, but when the 2:00am hour arrived, she decided that she had been caressed and intimately touched enough for another night. She thus had an agreeable smile on her face, one of some erotic victory, and would surely have an interesting story to tell the easily envious slumbering roommate tomorrow. Drops of cold water woke her much later in that same morning. She stirred quickly and opened her pretty eyes. Then, she saw her roommate standing over her and holding a small cup of water smiling. As she was the one who expected to do the surprising, anger overcame her. She got to her feet fast like a cat, grasped her