”“So Trix and Mule knew you’d be naked and you invited them over anyway?”“Well ... not Mule. I didn’t plan on inviting them in today. But ...rix knew,”she accused her friend.“Trix is obviously good at keeping things to herself. Unlike you. And that’s why you were less than polite to me when you came in?” I asked the teen.“I figured you were a pervert but I’m kinda getting where you’re going with this now. Staci is ... um ... sheltered. It’d blow her mind,” Trix said, giving the standard gesture. My mouth wanted in on the party and before I gave any thought to the matter, I leaned down and kissed Maggie's shoulder. Of course, this wasn't enough, and this kiss was followed by another and another. Before long, I was feather kissing her entire back, working my way down to her gorgeous butt.Hearing Maggie mumble my name and sigh, I went up her spine with my mouth and nibbled on the back of her neck."Am I awake?" she mumbled."Uh-huh." I nibbled on her shoulder. "So am I."She giggled softly.. "Gah!" she said, and she jumped back as if she had seen a copperhead snake. "Who is that, and what happened to him? An' what in the world are you doing here, Seth?" Long story, Caroline." Seth nudged the man with his toe. "He's a Rebel soldier, a scout, and Jefferson knocked him out with that ax handle." I don't believe it!" said the girl who moved back another step when Wainder's foot twitched. "Not a word of it, Seth Williams." Then she looked at Jefferson and asked, "Did you really hit him?". But I mean, come on, who could've predicted that she'd turn out to be the kind of backstabbing witch you only read about in stories? Not you, oblivious as you are to the inner workings of the female mind.You sigh, forcibly snapping yourself from the memories and focusing instead on the raindrops dragging down your window. It doesn't take long before the sight and the overall depressing mood of the day begins to drag you down again, so you move back to your bedroom and lay back-first on the bed,.