Cindy steadied her going up the open staircase. ‘Ashley’s going to bed, I’ll be right back down,’ she called down to the staring group. When C...ndy came back down, she was hounded for information, but she just said that Ashley was drunk, obviously, and that’s why she was so confused. She urged them to enjoy the rest of the party. * * * Ashley pulled on some shorts, and slowly made her way down the stairs. Her brain was afflicted with a hammering headache, and the sun pouring through the windows. . . what can I do?’ Anne answered quietly, the gravity of Bobby’s statement hitting her. ‘We have to get Grace away from Don, no one has approached him, he’s still sitting there with her.’ ‘Why do you need me?’ ‘I have no idea what his mental state is right now, I’ve kept everyone away from him. I didn’t want to take the chance that he would see someone as a threat. I need you to come with me and get Grace. I think . . . well, I know, you are the only one who can do this, if anyone else goes. " Myclothes slowly vanished, to show the form of my nude body. It never hadbeen much of a pleasant view for me -- in fact, it had been the source ofone huge neurotic complex. Rather than subject you, the reader, to anin-depth description, let me just remind you of how very out of breath Iwas when climbing the stairs, and leave it at that. Standing naked beforethis beautiful woman, I colored and looked down, ashamed. "Hey," she said,trying to catch my attention. I looked up. "It's okay,". I bet over three hundred people show up. My friend and I have been sneaking in the last three years. It is alot of fun as there are some very racy costumes and someone always get in a fight. Not to mention all the drunks that stumble around. And we both have managed to get laid every time we have gone. This year we had to sneak in again as we are not over twenty one. We had on pirate costumes to help hide who we are. So we mingled around and were having a pretty good time. Soon we had several.