My head was still foggy and I couldn’t see. Blinking my eyes I realized something wasn’t right. Confused, I tried to move and discovered that I ...as flat on my back and seemed incapable of movement. The dazed feeling was still on me and I tried to figure out my predicament, but without success. ?Hey,? I managed to feebly cry out. ?What’s going on??After a few minutes of unsuccessful attempts at finding out where I was, or regaining my sight, I finally heard footsteps. I stopped moving and. ..help me find it?" I'm certaim my eyes were popping out of their sockets because her dress was unbuttoned dangerously low, and I could see she was wearing a purple lace bra under it. I stood up and said, "Sure, ma'am...at Your Majesty's service." With a laugh she mutteres, "Oh fuck you, punk," and walked into the warehouse ahead of me. I definitely enjoyed the view of her small-but-round ass, and noticed she wasn't wearing hosiery, but did have a light coloured slip under her dress. She handed. We weren't afraid of the huge claws as most of us had been hunting since we were kids and learned the technique from our dads or older siblings. There was plenty of beer and weed, at each stop we quenched our thirst, or took a hit. It was a joyous night, for many of us had now graduated and this was a night to celebrate. Life in my youth was idyllic, the country folk were very generous and nobody complained if we respectfully took a hand of bananas, some corn or any or the. "You little slut!" Robin laughed, "I knew you'd go over the limit." Just a little," Jill confessed, and I quietly moved away, stripped off my boots and pants, and headed down for a dip.Halfway there I could see that Dan and Jack were parked on the shore, with fishing rods out, working the edges of the dock. I didn't know what they expected to catch in the hottest part of the day, but hey, whatever floats your boat."How's the road?" Dan called out as I walked out on the dock, preparing to cool.