Naked Underwater Photography at Sauna Cezar

When Darek eventually pulled into Sauna Cezar after the concert, Babuka was half-unconscious. She was babbling something about needing to stay in the auto. She'd to be dragged out. Darek taken her into the trailer. When he came out a moment afterwards it was clear Babuka was not going to be joining us for the afterparty. We headed to the sauna without her.
Gosia Bare Underwater Photography
The sauna had been turned off. It was going to take some time in order for it to get hot. In the moderate heat, Darek and I napped. Gosia joined us. She too rested.
Darek's strength didn't continue for long. He declined to follow me and Gosia to the pool. He wanted us a great time.
In the pool, the lights in the ceiling were turned on. I had the sudden impulse to take a picture. I realized it was a good chance to try the water-proof bag I had purchased. I was drunk enough to not care about the hazards. I told Gosia I had bought it as a guilty pleasure. She invited me to go get it.
Gosia looked bored as she watched me fiddle with the Velcro. It was causing difficulties. Gosia told me to do what I would like. She was getting some red wine.
When the camera was prepared Gosia followed me into the pool. Regrettably I didn't trouble to remove the neck strap from the camera. Having packaged it into the bag, I realized it was obstructing my entire view of the LCD screen. I had no idea if the camera was even on.
Gosia watched with a blank expression as I fought to keep the camera underwater. I explained there was too much air in the bag. She asked if she could attempt to hold it. I did. For a second I watched in agony as irrational fears of the tote flooding with water filled my head. I couldn't stand anything bad happening to the camera in somebody else's hands. I finally found the shutter button. It sounded like the camera was functioning. I pressed the lens of the bag as close as I could to the camera. Gosia treaded water.
When Gosia and I left the pool it looked like the tote had done its job. The camera was dry. Gosia started telling me something strange. She said she'd envisioned that the camera was some sort of submerged typewriter that I'd invented. There was also the question of the Dutch smoke we had shared.
At one point Gosia started asking unexpected questions. She wanted to know why I was shooting the images of her unclothed underwater. I was worried she thought I was up to no good. I took the camera out of the bag and began showing her what it had managed to catch. Much to my embarrassment the camera had worked too well. I kept repeating my sorrow that the neck strap had obstructed my view of the LCD screen. I insisted that I 'd no idea what type of images I had been taking.
Gosia asked me at one point what I were doing "down there." Seemingly when I had been holding the camera underwater it appeared to her like I have been doing something with my other hand. Paranoia fascinated me. I clarified urgently that I had been attempting to be sure the tote's lens was not obstructing the lens on the camera. The lens on the tote was joined to an extended accordion-like piece of plastic that hung down due to its weight. I 'd to always ensure it had been held in place. I lifted up the bag to show her. All of a sudden we both realized the bag looked like a giant flaccid member. We laughed hysterically. The paranoia passed.
Our philosophical conversation was shortly interrupted by her eldest daughter. She still wasn't sleeping. Incline out of the serving window, she complained the cat was pregnant. I attempted to listen as her daughter talked about the cat. I was half-unconscious. It was half past three in the morning.
At one point Gosia asked me what I in fact intended to do with the unclothed underwater pictures. One last flash of paranoia filled me. I was glad once I realized she was closing up. I meandered over to the stairway and offered a poor good night. She hadn't made the sandwiches yet. I remained. The sandwiches were good.
It was cold that night. I nearly froze to death in the trailer. For some reason I forgot to turn on the heat.
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