Her brow was furrowed and beads of sweat dotted her forehead. She blinked her eyes and a shiver ran up her spine. The fantasy was becoming stronger an... stronger; the urge more insistent. Oh, God, how she wished Peter wasn't her brother.He's only your adopted brother, not your real brother, the little voice said. Who would know?Marsha pushed the tormenting thought from her mind, but like a seed planted, it had already taken root in her subconscious mind. She pressed the accelerator down and the. Lots of fully horny guys. The girls seemed to be there for the dancing. The guys pursuing their common delusion of getting laid. Once at the club I wasted little time in having a few beers and trying to get comfortable. The Library was a local hangout so it was mostly variations of the same crowd from week to week. I wandered around hoping some of the girls I'd danced with last weekend were there. Laura, John and my parents sat at a table and started with some drinks as well. I was a little. Who would get to rape me first.Yeah. Like that was going to happen.“I don’t know what she is, but she isn’t a coldblooded lizardkin. The river is nearly freezing, and dangerous for anyone. A lizardkin would die in minutes. She must be some kind of monster. Stupid. Idiots.”, muttered an annoyed looking foxkin near my hiding place. All of the other bandits fit their classes. Strength for fighters. Intelligence for the wizard. Agility for the rogues. But, this foxkins highest stat was intelligence. I hope you’ll meet some others in my extended family, whom I cherish as swingers or happy hookers“Becky, my dear, I gather you’re at loose ends from the firm?”“Unfortunately so.”“May I invite you to spend the night, and then to return to DC with me, to meet my colleagues and nontraditional family? I suspect that your background ties right into our new project, an improved online prescribing system.“Oh, God, yes. We missed an opportunity before, when we had the strange connection.”“Now, let’s.