"T-e-r-r-i."I was really tempted to chew Brianna out. I was already jittery aboutmeeting my old friend and the teasing wasn't helping. Instead, I took...ina deep breath and slowly let it out. "Listen ... Terri isn't mygirlfriend. She's just a friend."My sister didn't look convinced, but she nodded anyway. "Okay. Maybe yacould like give 'em to her just as a friend?" Maybe, but she's never really been much into flowers." Oh, I'd forgot 'bout that." She hung her head, looking totally. Without thinking, I unsheathe the blade. It seems to glow in anticipation of the coming slaughter. There is writing on the handle. It intrigues me, but there is no time to read it. I cut the man to ribbons, and do it without a single thought crossing my mind, just urges.What happens next is a blur. Slash, stab, thrust. Hours go by, and though I instinctively manage to block everything that comes at me, I am weakened with every man I kill.As the battle winds down, I finally have time to look. The surprise is quickly replaced with embarrassment as I look at my face and hair in the mirror too. My face is puffy from crying and my hair is wild and unkempt. I quickly wash my face with cold water hoping it will bring the swelling down. I straighten my hair the best I can, and my dress at the same time. I find an unopened toothbrush in the drawer and brush my teeth with vigor. At the same time, I keep thinking of things to say to get me out of here and back into my own room, where I can. It was a great surprise to me to feel a rush of wind right by my face accompanied by a loud SLAP! The hockey player had spanked the twinks ass cheek hard with my face buried right there in his crack. The twink let out a cry of pain and pleasure and I joined the hockey player and slapped the twink's other butt cheek. My spit flowed from his cheeks and I could feel it cascading down his taint and to his balls. The hockey player slapped the twink's ass again. To be honest, I got a little worried.