Swarthmore private school since she was 10 years old. Now at 15, she had spent a great deal of these important formative years here, an especially gre...t deal as St.Swarthmore’s was a boarding school. At first it had been so hard to leave behind her family and friends back home, but as the years went on, everyone back there seemed more and more distant to her. St.Swarthmore’s, though she loved and hated it in equal measure, had become her true home, and the people in it her true friends. But. In our subdivision there was a dead end area with an old unused farm house and silos that hadn’t been developed yet. Any time I’d want to kind of get away from everyone I’d go out there to hang out. I wasn’t the only one, there were a few others that collected various lawn chairs and such to put in the silos and house to make them more hospitable. The place kind of became a stash house of everything we couldn’t keep at our own houses. Mainly there was lots of Playboy, Penthouse type magazines,. .” She looked at her. “Where is this chosen one.”“Oh! Oh! Oh!” The dragon waved his scaled paw, then flapped into the air. He circled around Qasim’s head. “This is the Glorious Prince of Heaven, the one who was foretold to kill the Dark Lord and bring peace and justice to the world and also, to give me candy, specifically, those super awesome sour ones, and also, he’s really good in bed.” He landed on Qasim’s head. Helen could hear the Gunny chuckling – and when she shot him a glance, he was. Karl walked up the stairs and then found the door he needed. He openedthe door and as he entered said, "I've a delivery for Miss Romanova. Ineed her to sign..."He was greeted by a scream. And as he turned round he saw severalgirls... no ballerina's from the company's chorus in a state of undress."A peeping tom.... A peeping tom... A pervert...!"The noise got the attention of Ms. Romanova. "What's all the noise?" sheasked. "Why all the commotion?" she walked towards Karl, "Are you theperson who.