Suddenly a look of panic flashed across her face, "Charles, when I came, I didn't..." Shhh, don't worry about it," I soothed while checking my watch. ...I seriously doubt anyone would still be here at ten o'clock on a Friday night," I continued, nuzzling her neck."Oh, that feels nice," she cooed."Besides, I thought it was really hot hearing you call my name like that," I replied before sucking a nipple into my mouth."So, was there anything else you wanted to do?" I asked as I rocked my hips. He had never travelled outside of Dalriada so this trip was a big adventure for him and from what he had heard so far, there was fighting going on in Ireland too.At last he was able to put on his kilt without it tenting at the front and he wandered outside to explore the monastery and its surroundings. The monks were completely oblivious to his presence and he began to find this a nuisance."Is there any way of turning this camouflage ability off?" he asked his inner voice, feeling somewhat. "Geez, k**! What's the matter with you, standing in the middle of thesidewalk like that?"Karen turned around to face the owner of the voice. It was a tallblonde girl, about sixteen yearsold. Something else to frighten f******n year old Karen. "You justgonna stare at me, like a littlefreak?" Karen shook her head. "Good. I don't like people staring atme. Especially little freaks likeyou. Now, tell me your name." "Karen," came the whispered reply. "Alright, then Karen, you remeber this: don't. She liked Jason, he was the closest thing she had to a friend but her body didn't react to his presence and his kisses were pleasant but not thrilling.Still thinking about Jason, Jen walked towards the library. She and Hannah were supposed to meet there to discuss the Victorian Era. Jen stopped in front of the wooden door. She could hear muffled voices coming from inside, Hannah's high-pitched one and her father's low, husky responses. Although eavesdropping was not her favorite past-time Jen.