This time she was not mad, nor even pretended to be. She understood the real world was about to close in on her boyfriend and that he needed one last ...ight of acting stupid. He hadn't been caught, was now safely back in Huntington Hall with his shorts on, and on his way to take a shower.Once Jason got out of the shower, Cecilia escorted him back to her room. Both of them knew she owed him some quality time with the leather paddle. He meekly undressed and placed his hands on her dresser while. Being in 4-inch heels, I suspected that I would not be able to run all that fast or far anyway. "Come on baby," he slurred as his hand fully took hold of my right breast. "I could make you very happy tonight," he added. Given just how drunk he was I chuckled to myself thinking that I doubted he would be able to do *anything*, but this had presented me with an opportunity that my sluttish side just could not ignore. I took hold of his hand and lead him further behind the thick bushes. "How did you know it was me?"Katie tilted her head toward my room. "I came in, saw a bunch of stuffin your room, spotted your pants on the floor, then followed a trail ofclothes and underwear to a naked Lindsay Lohan on the bathroom floor."She shrugged. "So either my little brother got lucky with the mostnotorious piece of ass in the world, who is for some reason slummingtwo thousand miles from home, or he turned into a girl." But people don't just turn into girls. It's impossible." I repeat,. A glance about our site did not reveal Lucy, who, I noted, had moved her clothing-shoes included. Her shotgun was not present, although her side of our nest was still warm. I hurriedly began to dress, and woke Emily.“Pssst! Quietly, wake up, get dressed in a hurry, and gun up! Lucy is not here, and something is up!”Emily blinked a couple of times, processed what I had said, and promptly burst into action. I was a couple of seconds ahead of her, but we soon were shod, dressed, and slung up. We.