The diary of Joseph Barker July 10th, 2014; Dallas, USA. When we traveled to the Scottish vale, none of us understood my friend Gloria’s sudden change of temper. She was a cheerful girl at the best of times, but the moment we entered that land, she became extremely moody. Gloria is a girl who does whatever she does with absolute finality and with a determination that has been an envy of many in our circle of friends. So when her temper turned dark, it turned blacker than an abyss. We were visiting one of those obscure Scottish villages one day, when she went missing. We were three guys and three girls, counting her, and we were backpacking through Europe and living it up generally. Since she was missing and we wanted to cover maximum ground in minimum time, we decided to split up into two groups. One of groups was Piper and me. The second group consisted of Tiffany, George and Jamal. This was perhaps the only agreeable pairing, since Tiffany and Piper couldn’t stand Ankara escort each other, I couldn’t stand Tiffany and Jamal, and everybody loved George but he had privately confided to me that he didn’t want to hang out with Piper. Long story short, we made our groups and set out to find Gloria. The plan was that we meet up after searching for three hours at the town square. If we didn’t find her in three hours, we would contact the police. Piper and I chose the high road. I mean we literally chose the high road, and started ascending a street that led us from the heart of the vale up into mountains that were completely dense with forests. An old timer who looked like Michael Douglas with a silver toothbrush mustache ran into us on the way and told us to watch our step as we went up there, saying that they had been enough disappearances in those hills. From that moment on our respective moods became more alert and more tense. Piper’s Ankara escort bayan hot head of blonde hair was perpetually jerking this way and that, each time any sudden noises intruded on us from the foliage. I found her constant fear a little annoying, but I knew that we were both having a case of nerves and let it be. An hour ticked on without any action, and then we espied the most gorgeous little lake nestled between a clump of hills. It was like looking at one facet of a shimmering sapphire, and that one look was enough to banish a lot of our tension. While our search was important, the beauty of the lake was compelling enough that we quickly agreed that spending a few minutes looking into its waters, and dripping our feet into it was all for the better and would help us think clearly later on. We descended towards the sapphire lake, and found that our expectations were exceeded by how clear the water was, and how Escort Ankara utterly beautiful the green banks were. A number of dog sized beavers apparently shared our fascination with the lake and were busily lapping up water and generally enjoying the water the way it is meant to be enjoyed. Then I saw something in those waters that I will never forget. There are some scenes that must be viewed only once for them to be imprinted on your mind’s eye for a lifetime. We saw our friend Gloria, far beneath the waters. It was a mixture of shock, horror and awe that clenched its fists around our imaginations. She was well and alive, but she must have been close to the bottom of the lake. She appeared to be breathing as though she breathed in water, and we could clearly see that she was playing a carnal sport with the water itself. The water around pulsed and became a living anthropomorphic form that was more opaque than the rest of the shimmering waters. The form was some sort of a water god, perhaps. Whatever the case, the form’s enormous penis was darting in and out of her sex, and giving her what must have been abundant pleasure. They rotated in the water one way and then another. They swam closer to surface sometimes, and sometimes they drifted back to the bottom.