It was a typical English November evening, wet and windy. I reached my station and wove my way through the crowds onto the platform which was also ver... busy. I had my overcoat on and was pretty warm. The train pulled in crammed as usual. I squashed myself into the compartment and the carriage jolted as it moved off. Thank god only three stops I thought to myself. I could feel someone pushing against me from behind not unusual in the crush. We arrived at the next station where people got off and. Do not fail me."The brigands surrounding him nodded and grunted their agreement, sounding all too eager for the task put before them.The common room of the Dragon hummed with conversation, music, and laughter. Smoke from many pipes hung in the air, made tolerable by breezes from the frequent opening and closing of the door, and open windows near the dark-beamed ceiling intended for exactly that purpose. The smell of cooking wafted from the kitchen — venison this evening.Alicia returned to her. Then, the gourd and pipe were passed to her and she hesitated, not knowing what to do."Try it," Roger told her in a low, persuasive tone."No... no... really," she said. "I don't care to." It will make the evening more pleasant if you do," he laughed reassuringly. "And we'd better not offend our hosts, so you may as well enjoy yourself... They're quite harmless!"Alice was not so sure, but she hesitantly took a sip of the strong liquor. It wasn't too bad. Tasted even good, strong and warm as it. " I pointed out a white, nearly sheer nightgown with an equally sheer cover. She giggled and tossed it on the bed as well. "Unzip me," she said, turning her back. I did and her dress dropped to the floor where she stepped out of it. She wore no bra and her panties followed quickly. I told her how beautiful she was as she stepped out of her heels and dropped the nightgown over her head, quickly followed by the cover that buttoned with a single button below her breasts. She bent and picked out.