There was obviously something going on under the table as Dawn was getting a little flushed and was fidgeting about, I suspect his foot or more likely...his sock covered toes were under her skirt and doing a fine job!Ray suddenly told Dawn to go to the toilets, remove what he referred to as “those wet rags,” to bring them back and hand them to Andy, waving his hand in my direction, then to push up the skirt and sitting on the chair with her legs more open!Without a second thought, off my pretty. Permission to distribute this work is granted provided that it is redistributed in its unaltered entirety, no fee is charged, and proper attribution is given as to author and original location of posting. Failure to comply with any or all of the requirements constitutes copyright infringement. * Many thanks to Lxndr for his input on this chapter’s direction, as well as all the constructive criticism from everyone. Tom got in the Mercedes and started it up, leaving Weiss Hall in a hurry before. " she started."Greedy, bitch!" his palm slapped sharply on the exposed cheek of her skirt-covered rump."Ouch!" she whelped, pouting as she withdrew back into her seat.He grinned at her, "On your best behavior, wench; we're here."Before them on the road, which apparently was nothing more than one hell of a long driveway, stood a massive stone wall. A wrought iron gate, complete with arch and a swirling Old English "H" in an intricate circle, was open. Slowing down, Michael eased the sports car. A third bolt rent the air where her back had been mini-seconds ago."You fuckin' whore! That was my brother!" Pretty much. This one about 19, blond?"Cassie looked back, "Yeah." Milo's little brother." He's not very little ... looking at him I'd say he was even bigger. Damn it all!" She knocked another arrow and loosed. It hit little brother in the right shoulder. He screamed and dropped the crossbow ... and, naturally, it spit the bolt in the mud street."Bitch, cunt, whore!"Sultry was sitting.