"Hello?"It was Trisha, my best friend. "It can't be that bad," she said."Wanna bet," I countered."It's only nine o'clock in the morning, Em. How can y...u be miserable at nine o'clock in the morning?" I'm still miserable from last night," I complained, bitterly.Last night my dad had threatened to spank me in front of Walter and Robert. Not that he would, of course ... he'd never do something as despicable as that. He'd only made the threat in front of them, totally humiliating me. Every time I. The young people had left their campfire, and three tents. Ilan explored the site, and discovered that one of the tents was not empty. The fleeing campers had left a friend behind. He was male, maybe nineteen or twenty. And passed-out drunk. That would help. Ilan had been granted certain powers, but they didn't work on everybody. But wine and ale and other spirits always made it easier. Frank's girlfriend had just broken up with him yesterday. His friends had suggested this camping trip as a. "That's how I learned to fight so well. You learn much more from the fights you lose than the ones you win," I said, and that finally got him to stop talking and start thinking.Moving his things into the hut didn't end up being much of a problem. It wasn't that he didn't have much, it was because his stuff was mostly all the same.He had furs, spears, skins, and some tools. With no woman he hadn't collected things for cooking, cleaning, and other tasks that the women took care of. He had a lot,. She was a younger girl, cute, probably incollege, and obviously enjoying the situation I was in. I must haveturned three shades of crimson and looked like a kid with his hand stuckin the cookie jar, or, in this case a sissy with her hand caught in thelip gloss. I stood there frozen for a second. She spoke again, "Do youneed help finding anything?"Just over her shoulder at the end of the aisle I looked up to seeMistress Alison standing there. CLICK went the camera, another photo.She was in the.