He waits for the congregation to disperse and leave but the girl still stays watching him. He begins to wonder why. She then speaks. "I feel like a fi...thy slut, Father K." Father K wonders if that was what she actually wanted to be."Why do you feel like a filthy slut?" asks Father K."My father is in hospital, my mother is upset and my brother is smoking marijuana, and I have no one else to talk to." Oh really?" Yes and I don't want to talk to any one else." But why does that make you a filthy. She dried Dave and helped him get a clean gown on before she slipped away to the public washroom.Once she reached the privacy of the bathroom stall and gotten clothing out of the way, she slid a hand up to her wet quim and fingered herself to a wonderful orgasm as she fantasized about Carol and Dave's nude bodies. As she recovered from her wonderful euphoria, she decided she had to do something to better satisfy her growing needs. She wasn't sure what it would be or whom it would be with -- but. "I guess," she replied as she started drying off. She slowly ran the towel up and down her wet tanned leg. Her breasts gently swayed as she dried off.He tried his hardest not to stare out the corner of his eyes, much less directly. The skimpy bikini she wore, almost comically too small, made it rather difficult."I think I got my swimming in for the day though. Maybe I might go see a movie with Gracie later."Watching her breasts sway, almost hypnotically, what she said barely registered in his. The sorceress barely moved as the hundred-hand length of dark scaled dragon passed within touching distance of her. Her chant rose, impossibly, in volume and power rippled out from her again. As it passed over his troops their appearance was once again transformed, from proud men-at-arms to pale, savage things clawing at their opponents with ragged nails or striking with crude clubs. The forces that assailed them changed too. Where Boulet had seen misshapen monsters, he saw pale aleves in.