'Told ya, ' chuckled Nezumi, sitting atop Miranda's head and using all four paws to cling to her now tangled wet hair.The courier glanced upwards with...a bit of a scowl before looking forward and seeing the problem. Their seemingly endless, spiraling decent had finally gotten them near the bottom, as evidenced by the large '#3' painted in white letters on the door they slid past."What's at the bottom?!" the girl asked, dreading the answer as TI-85 finally caught up with them."You don't wanna. I'm now 20, soon to be 21, and I'm nearing the peak of my party stage, and sexual experimentation stage. I had recently broken up with my boyfriend of nearly 5 yrs. He left me for another girl. Heartbroken and a bit vengeful, I went on a spree, sleeping with about any guy with a nice smile. Anyways, moving on, I was home from college (my first stint) on spring break and I had acquired a fake id while attending. I went out bar hopping with some girlfriends who were already of age. At the 2nd bar. Wow, this is weird I thought to myself. I raised myself off the bed andhopped onto the floor and approached her seemingly on auto pilot. Itseemed that I was now part of "her" fantasy, unable to control myself,within reason.Almost instantly we had embraced each other, and were making out likehigh schoolers. I began stripping her of her clothing as we did so.Ripping off her button up shirt, I reached around her back and unclaspedthe bra that held her obviously fake breasts. Once the bra had. Cavendish was right that if he was caught his death would be painful and long; Jeb had already decided that the punishment would be particularly nasty: buried to his neck with honey on his face. He’d heard that this was something that Indians did, whether true or not it appealed to his sadistic side. But they looked in the wrong place, found no-one except a Mexican who they beat-up for information which he didn’t have.The next night they moved on. For three days they travelled only at night..