Are they drunk or just in a merry but sobermood."The assistant manager looked horrified, "Lady Charlotte I assure youthat had we suspected they were d...unk they would have been removed fromthe hotel or as guests, very firmly escorted to their rooms and told toquieten down or settle their bills and leave." Quite right but they can join us and if they continue to make anuisance of themselves, I'll have them executed under Charlotte IslandSovereign Laws. We will need a larger table though and ask. ”“Okay, I get that. But it’s obvious thinking about ... um ... us ... bothers you, right?”“Yes.”“And you said it was getting worse, right?”“Yes.”“Until I told you not to worry.”“Yes.”“And now you’re not worried.”“It’s much more than that,” she said. “I’m not worried about anything. I’m not worried about anyone finding out I was Batiste’s last victim. I’m not worried about people finding out you killed him. I’m not worried that I had to use my vibrator to get to sleep last night, and that the. Yes, we were on the cheerleading squad. Junior captains, we would be captains next year. We were best friends with the seniors, role models for the underclassmen. We had taken our SATs and SAT II's, and were sailing through. Our grades were in perfect condition, our extra curriculars making us loved by teachers and organizations alike. We were all rich, lived in beautiful houses, and had parents who were amazing, understanding, and loved us. The perfect group of people. There were roughly ten. “Is there anything else you need beta...” she asked me gently.“Yes aunty, if you are not in a hurry to leave, I’d like to lie down in your lap for a little while...” I said in a childish tone.“Oh dikra, all you need to do is ask.” she replied immediately, and reaching out towards, pulled me towards her. I settled down on the couch, and lay down with my head in her lap. Supporting my head with one hand, she began to play with my hair with one hand, her other hand gently caressing my chest thru.