I thought you’d enjoy being out on Lake Griffon on a night like this.” His tone was sincere and sympathetic as he attempted to comfort me. I felt...off kilter now though and oddly vulnerable. I decided to take command of the situation the best way I knew how. I asked him if he had any booze. He smiled and beckoned me to follow him. I bent and picked up the box of practically nothing that I had dropped in order to steady myself on the rail. I was thankful they hadn’t spilled and even more. From underneath the covers, I hear them whispering. I want to crawl in a hole and die I am so embarrassed."Good idea," I hear Jake say, chuckling.Then, my covers are yanked back revealing my blushing face. Cara wears a long t-shirt now, covering her previously naked body. "Sorry," I squeak to them."Sorry, doesn't cut it, does it, Jake?" Nope. You know what happens to naughty girls, Kimmi?" he says with his lips upturning in an evil smile."No," I tentatively reply."They get their naughty asses. " She recited it perfectly, and just waited.Mister Danforth spoke with a slightly muffled accent as he moved behind Ashleigh. "Mmm, thank you Ashleigh, it looks like it will be a wonderfully enjoyable gift indeed."All she could do was wait–she heard the sound of a belt being unbuckled and soon falling to the floor, presumably with the older man's pants. The squeeze of a plastic bottle broke the silence for a moment, and after a second squeeze she finally felt what she expected–two fingers. Rhythmic bumps, a muffled voice? Two voices? It's really hard to tell... With one heavy bag of luggage in each hand he hurries along the hallway towards the source of the commotion. Room 4.69. Standing right in front of the door he thinks he can even perceive muffled screams mixed with slapping and bumping. Is someone being beaten up in there?? Stephan's getting really nervous. He's always shied away from conflict let alone physical altercations. But he can't act like nothing's happening. He.