To the Savior, Apparently

Shit. Shit. Shit. SHIT! OH GOD. When he had hidden from Nancy, he probably had dropped or put the key there somewhere.

Such an idiot he was.

He cursed himself as he held his willy. Looking around. His face tense and his life misery.

He had one job.

Such a simple mission this was.

Damn!

But then, now what?

He couldn't bang on the door. It'd be opened by Nancy. He'd rather die than letting Nancy see him naked. So what now??

A idea clicked his mind.

He could go to Dustin's house. That guy was always supportive. He could explain him the situation and he would let him stay overnight and he would also offer him clothes. Mike could return in the morning and he could tell her that they had decided on the last-minute night out, thus he went of without telling her since he didn't want to disturb her.

That was a great plan.

But there was one problem.

Dustin's house was not so close. It was far. And he had to go through the night. Naked. Butt naked.

He breathed in.

For now, this was the only plan.

He moved out.

The coast was clear for now. He was so thankful that his parents were out for work.

So he groped the organ that determined his sex as he moved out of the premises of the house. He was directly on the road.

He walked by the side. Near the bushes. Thankfully, there weren't any cars going around through this time of the night. Soon, he moved more into the woods.

The night was dark, and he wasn't very sure of the direction. But he pushed on forward.

It was exhilarating. With each step he was moving farther away from his house. Stark naked. He could be blown and he would be utmost ****. But then, suddenly, he heard a click and light flashed behind him. His eyes widened.

His heart skipping multiple beats as he turned around.

And there she was.

That too… with a camera.