She froze, breathing hard as he pressed into her. He removed his fingers. 'Why have you stopped? I told you to lick the carpet.' Her tongue continued ...ts quest to find every lost drop. When she came to his feet he reached down and grabbed each of her nipples and pulled her up to her knees. He handed her a tissue. 'Clean your tongue,' he said. She wiped the tissue over it, gathering as much carpet fluff as she could. He walked over to the table and took the bottle of champagne from the ice. He'd been standing in front of Ms. Alsover's front door for almost five minutes now, and just decided not to wait any longer when he heard a faint call from within the house. It sounded like Ms. Alsover, but he was unable to make out any words, so he leaned his head down, opened the letterbox and called: "Ms. Alsover?"Now he could hear her voice clearly. It sounded weak but urgent. "Please come around the back, Timothy".Quickly, he walked to the side of the house, opened the door in the cedar. They should just throw her out.?She sipped on her coke a moment in thought. ?They are way too nice for that, although, if you ask me, they’re half the problem, they kept her so protected from everything when she was younger. No TV, no internet till last year. She’s so na?ve really, you know. It’s no surprise she is going a bit wild at college.?Sean shrugged theatrically, clearly intent on making her feel guilty. ?I guess.?Sam tucked a strand of auburn hair behind her ear, trying to think of a. Men and women, although more women than men, not a surprise, given that it was Samhain, she thought. She shivered, but not entirely because of the cool night air that became chillier with each hour. Without the bonfire that must have been twenty feet high to dance around it would have been impossible to enjoy the celebration.Beside her she felt rather than saw Sandrine moving in time to the drums and the flutes. She felt her own body begin to absorb the rhythm, the tones, that seemed to enter.