We hadn't been expecting anyone and her t-shirt and shorts were far more revealing than she would want my father to see."He's waiting in the den, sir....I stood up. I was wearing a pair of cut off shorts that were bad fashion but Joey's favorites. "Did he say what he wanted?" No sir. I think," Ryou hesitated, "Kaiba-san, I think he may be ... unwell."Ryou had never seen my father drink before. I nodded. "You all may stay here. I doubt this should take long."In the den, Father was waiting. Neither of them seemed to care that the other still had bodily fluids remaining from sexual encounters that they recently had, with Natalie’s juices still on Armin’s dick and my jizz still leaking from Carly’s snatch. They eagerly gratified each other, orally, until Natalie and I looked at each other and almost telepathically agreed on what to do next.Before Carly knew it, her mouth was pushed back from Armin’s dick long enough for Natalie to straddle it, but then Natalie simply began locking. “I don’t mind the danger,” Spencer says. His face is screwed up, not really certain where she is going with it. “I dislike dying in a stairway full of people that seem to want to kill us.”Julie turns away from him and digs into the duffle bag she carried from the room and produces what looks like a glob of putty. She splits the putty-like substance in half and then rolls both halves into little balls. When she is done she shows them to Spencer and says, “You may want to cover your ears.”He does. ‘Linden?’ She was not out and dressed as he had hoped. He expected a scream of ‘get out’ or something similar, but she was oddly quiet. ‘Are you okay? You didn’t answer me when I knocked.’ He said, looking at the sink instead of the shower. She didn’t answer him. Concerned, he crossed the bathroom to stand beside the shower curtain. He repeated himself, but received no acknowledgement. Steering himself to be slapped, he yanked open the curtain. Linden was curled up in a tiny ball on the tub.