I did nothing to stop him, but I did move in closer to him. I took a deep breath and my senses where filled with his scent. I got a little light heade... as his hand touched my already wet mound. "Well, now. Don't you worry about me. And it seems to me, you are already wanting this." With that, his mouth was on mine. I felt my nipples go erect and a small moan escaped my throat. He had a very talented mouth and an even more talented hand. While his tongue flicked across mine, his fingers flicked. Then Walker.The police medic reset my nose with one painful, sharp crack. She then packed it. Said “Hairline fractures. It’ll hurt and you’ll look like hell for a few days. Technicolor bruises.”“Thanks.” My voice sounded so nasally. I could live with that.She carefully, slowly, cleaned my left hand and wrist. Applied a disinfectant that stung like hell. Applied three butterfly bandages and wrapped everything in soft gauze, then taped it neatly, precisely.Vanessa and Louise Finch led me back to. I had chosen to be an 80’s zombie wearing a handmade ‘Homecoming Queen 1988’ sash, had on a colorful teased and sprayed wig, tattered Pretty in Pink dress, more than 30 colorful bangle bracelets, clunky rings, and scrunched, matching light pink leg warmers that covered the top of hideous white leather high heels, I came in second place. Honestly, the guy who transformed himself into ‘Pyramid Head’ from the Silent Hill video games totally deserved the win. Even people who did not know the. Fortunately for me, there hadn’t been a ball scheduled after the dinner; I hadn’t relished the idea of having to dance, especially as knowing my luck, I’d have been stuck dancing with Fergus. Instead, once everyone was finished eating, the guests spent the rest of the evening socializing.I got to speak to the Hahren, and bowed to him politely. I’d heard his name earlier, but with my head spinning with the names of dozens of people I’d met in the last two days, I honestly wasn’t sure I.