"I don't know, must have been something she ate perhaps ... or didn't, I don't honestly know. Maybe ... she had a bit too much liquid refreshment this...evening," I then pointed out as I poured myself a fresh glass of wine, leaving hers empty.Mom nodded her head disapprovingly. "She never could handle too much liquor," she stated.Having stepped in behind her, I saw dad's hand give mom's right breast a quick fleeting squeeze. "That's one thing your mom's always been good at," dad chuckled.. —— Around dusk the guard rubbed the donkey’s head and called out to the cart ahead. A reply was given just as Juniper felt the cart slow. ‘Look to the east, slave girl.’ The guard called over his shoulder. Juniper did so, taking a few moments to understand what she saw. It was a palace, she was sure. Oil fire cast an orange glow against white walls decorated with dark lines. The caravan turned to the east and Juniper saw that the road up to the building was lined with fine palm trees, swaying. They too have stocked up on food, gas, clothing and money, but they are as apprehensive about what will happen next as we are," Dad told us.It was Saturday morning, the 22nd, when the next attack came. Sean and Sara had joined Annie and me for a late breakfast at our house when the wards triggered the alarm, as they were struck by two explosions very close together."What now!?" Sean asked again in exasperation."It sounds like we have visitors," I said. We all called up our Sun Swords and then. Tegan’s eyes widened as she recognized the sitting woman. ‘Taylor?! What are you doing here?’ ‘I thought I’d drop in. I believe you know Chloe as well.’ She lazily gestured behind her. ‘As for why I’m here, I feel like that would be obvious.’ Sara’s mouth worked open and closed several times before she responded, ‘If it’s about a golden ticket…’ ‘Please…’ Taylor dismissed that notion. ‘You won’t be getting one. This is a little bit more crude. I want to get laid, and you’re the ones that are.