The whole system was set up on a motion-activation principle, immediately discarding data that had nothing happening and that suited Edwins purposes perfectly.
A quiet bump sounded next to one of the bins and he moved to the corner, reached down and pulled the handle that was now protruding from the flagstoned yard.
A small hatch appeared with a ladder heading down, barely visible in the moonlight.
Seeing her side on as she lifted the towel, her body taught and firm, her breasts pert and round, Edwin slipped his hand around his cock, slowly stroking himself as he watched her dry herself.
She moved too quickly for him though, drying herself rapidly then slipping under the sheet on her bed, settling down to go to sleep.
I've got three more novel-length tales written and a fouth nearly completed. It had been a really long day, and only midway through what was bound to be a long week.
It had begun with his friend Danny's death two days ago, and since then the Island had been a hive of activity getting things prepared.
The one hundred and thirty eight cameras hidden around the island were numbered, making the system incredibly simple to operate.
Simply type in the letter for the screen then the camera number, hit enter and that's what you saw.
The simple system allowed him to review all recorded footage from that particular camera and he was viewing it in reverse.