There were six of us: the guys, Emma, Annie, and me. ----------------------------------- Drink number 7 We drank another shot as we got to their room....Wow, I’d never been this drunk. But it looked like being drunk was okay with me. I wasn’t slurring my speech. I was still standing on heels. I could still think pretty clearly. Or so I thought. Annie, on the other hand, was not as good with alcohol. She was hugging me again. And telling me I was pretty. How did she always manage to get this. Just as the dazzle-art on the walls of the workshop made it hard to judge the size of the room, the suit made it hard to see my body under it. If I was moving, it would be impossible to say much more than I was small and possibly female.My face? That was my ace. I could make my face look like anything at all. My ability to do the moving dragon so effectively was the best demonstration of that. The uneven gray, seamed complexion I adopted along with the clothes completely obscured my true. We watched some TV and then turned the lights off and settled into our respective sides of the bed.Sometime during the night, I became aware that Mark had rolled over next to me. I was lying on my back and he had moved facing me on his side. I felt his hand push against my thigh, and instinctively reached down to pat it with my hand. I was shocked when instead of his hand I touched his erect penis. He had another hardon and it had poked me. I should have immediately drawn my hand back, but I. Fighting Hawk smiled and said, "What would the other warriors say if you married a woman, and then got her a woman to keep her happy. Wouldn't they think that you weren't enough of a man to do the job yourself?" Fighting Hawk felt Bright Dove's hand grip almost painfully on his arm, he knew the reason. He was insulting White Wolf's manhood with such a question, and she was concerned.White Wolf smiled at them both. "I don't care what any of the warriors think! If they want to challenge my.