"You're missing Donna doing her thing downstairs," he said leading her to the stairway.Perched on the stairway, Tina could see that most of the dozen ...r so guests had formed a circle around a short, but very well-built dark-haired woman whose hair was cut in a pageboy. Tina remembered her. She was the Donna ad been at the Miers' orgy a couple of weeks ago, the one where she had met Peter Jamison. Donna had tried to nail Peter before Tina had, but fortunately Julie Miner had intervened. Now she. ” Lily reared her foot back and kicked Scotes in the face. There was a loud crunch, and blood gushed from his nose onto the dirt. To Dana, it smelled like wine. “Let’s get this sack of shit inside.”“Um ... I’ll let you do it.” She had stepped back several feet and was breathing from her mouth.“Hmmm? Oh.” Lily appraised her with a grimace. “Yeah, okay. You can eat him later, but let’s find the flask first.”“There will be no eating of anybody.” Dana watched from a distance while Lily set the. He looked like any ordinary 24 year old. Perhaps a bit on theskinny side, his face masculine, but just enough to avoid being calledandrogynous. The loose green t-shirt and jeans made him look skinnier.That would change soon. He realized he was wasting time. He took off hissneakers and socks. He quickly pulled the t-shirt over his head. Thejeans slid off and joined the t-shirt on the counter, next to the duffel.He quickly pulled down the briefs as well. His driving gloves joined therest of his. He’d had a pretty heavy night – probably over the limit. Not too clever, walking into a nick in this state. He looked at the girl. She caught his stare again. With an effort he pulled his eyes away and he knew. He’d take her home – go to the police in the morning – when he’d slept this lot off.He turned the lights on. You’ll probably want a bath – you’re cold and wet. In the bathroom, steam curled invitingly from the piping hot water. She appeared at the door. There you go – clean towels and.