I was going for enjoyable dinner conversation, not freaking a respectable family out with my “meshugaus“ as Rachel called it.After finishing our m...al, I went to the cafe car, bought a few little bottles of overpriced spirits, and took them back to my little roomette. Naturally, I drank them all in quick order while laying on my made up bed. I was nervous as hell.What was I hoping to accomplish here? Well there were several possibilities, and I didn’t know which one I wanted to happen more. A. But then she saw the malice in my eyes. I pulled out my short dog-whip and laid it on the desk. ?You left the kitchen in an deplorable mess, Miss Cleo? I said, looking disappointed.?We-we can talk about it when we get home though.? Cleo said, but as she said ?home? I had leapt behind the desk and pulled her off her swivel chair. Cleo was in a pinstripe jacket and skirt set, and her considerable breasts were barely concealed by a button down white shirt.Pulling down her panties, and yanking up. .. yes... I did... quite,“ said Quentin. He withdrew from Petula, stood up and put on his towelling robe. „If tomorrow...“ he began.„Oh great, Mr Osman,“ said Miss Judith. „I'll bring her up here again. Melissa will be able to watch you in action... rather than feel you in action!“Quentin had, in fact, forgotten that Melissa would be there. But, then, what did that matter? Miss Judith fastened on Petula's collar and led her out of the cabin. The girl, pale-faced and trembling a little, did not. This landscape seemed pretty barren compared to what she was used to, back in her village it was all green with trees everywhere and minimal monster sightings. Here it was almost like a desert and everything was brown, hopefully, she could get to the tower before it got too dark. The landscape seemed easy enough to traverse at least on the way to the tower it did.After what was only about a 15-minute walk she reached what she assumed was the front door of the tower, it must have been closer.