While you sleep you experience a strange dream. In it you are seemingly floating in a bright white void with streaks of color flowing around you in me...merizing patterns. While looking around in fascination you hear a noise and you see in front of you there is a small semi transparent screen that has the words "Please choose a class" across the top and 5 buttons in the middle that read "Swordsman", "Archer", "Knight", "Mage" and "Gunslinger" intrigued, you touch the first one "Swordsman" the. They each grabbed two polo shirts, small, and what they hoped would be jeans that fit.Back in the cabin, the men tossed the clothes to the girls who were still in the too short towels. They scurried into the bath. The first pair of jeans Chelsea tried were too long and Tami's were too short. Their dads had gotten them backwards of course. A quick swap and both had jeans that fit, not perfectly but acceptably. The polo shirts were big and roomy on the girls. They came out happy to have clean. Our procession of riders, coach, and wagons made its way through town to the expected stares, comments, and wonder.The coach pulled up outside the hotel. The ladies, escorted by the driver, guard, and one team of escorts, entered to start making arrangements for our stay. Everyone else continued down the street.All five wagons pulled up in front of the bank. As we’d discussed at breakfast, Rodrigo sent one team around to the back of the bank to guard the back door. Four teams spread out around. A small wet spot had built up on her underwear as well. Thankfully, she didn’t start kissing me again. Well, at least not on my lips. Rather, she went to my neck and shoulders, kissing and biting very gently. I let out an approving moan and she continued downward. When she reached my chest, she got off me to allow her to move further down. Down my chest she went, past my ribs where my heart pounded like a piston in a Formula 1 car, where my diaphragm frantically pumped in and out to supply me.