Wait—what door—what bed—where the fuck am I ?? The pounding at the door persisted, so I shouted “what” at it. As the door slowly opened, a y...ung man dressed in yellow pants, and a red shirt stepped in. I thinks to myself “what the fuck—is it holloween”?? The young man speaks “sorry to disturb you, your majesty, and I hope you are feeling better after yesterdays fall, but there is a young man at the gates that has been pleading to see you for hours now” “What ?? what the fuck are you talking. I massaged them a bit and even licked her snatch harder. I got off on their taboo relationship and got them off at the same time. I allowed my tongue to wipe the floor on her lips down there, and I made Patty moan.She played with my hair, too, and let it go all over her hands. I didn't let her bush get in the way of my pleasing her. I just let her have my best shot too, but even if I wasn't a superior pussy-eater, I wasn't going down without a fight.I breathed heavily through my nose, but. I started walking taking small steps so I wouldn’t trip over anything. I tried to think back to when they brought me here and what I saw around me as we approached the cabin. The direction we walked, and if there was any big objects along our path. I was so scared at the time I don’t even know if I took notice of such things.I don’t know how far from the cabin I managed to get but all of a sudden there was a flicker of light just as a hand came over my mouth.“Now what have we here, you wouldn’t. . That's true..." I allowed, biting back a few choice words about how slander and defamation are not the same thing as support."So, support me," he said, and suddenly I realized that he was presenting himself for a conversation. No, not a conversation—support. He wanted advice.The last thing I wanted to do was talk to Bernard Castagne. (Well, the second-to-last thing.) Really, what Derek and Arie had done—that sounded good to me. Not so much the sex as just... Getting away from it all. Just me.