Finger marks."Patrick has a rough streak, doesn't he?" A mile wide." I've got to go to Karen. Will you help?" I can't." She shrugged helplessly. "I ne...ed him." At least tell me where your room is." A-9," she said pointing. "Down that way from the bar." Wait here," I said.I caught up with them in the hall just outside the bar. Patrick had Karen by the arm and was leading her toward his room."Karen!" I said.They stopped and turned to face me."Are you all right, Karen?"There was an almost. I grabbed Nancy."Are you kidding?" Ssh. Magda says he always does this. He's out for at least ten minutes or so."She kissed me and rubbed the front of my shorts."We'll have to work quickly, pal. You up for it?"Of course I was, and we did.Quickly, yeah, but there was enough time for me to eat Nancy to one orgasm, as she stifled herself with one hand and mauled a breast with the other one. When she jerked and shook I knew she was there. Then it was my turn. I lay flat on her, knowing she didn't. Fun for the audience, maybe, but a little tough on the girl. Unfortunately, that stiff front also makes it pretty hard for someone to get his or her hands on your boobs. Very frustrating for both of you.The underwear situation is a little unusual, too. You've got two layers: first is the outer one that coordinates with the uniform and that all you guys are watching very closely when she does a cartwheel or a split. They're called bloomers or spankies or any number of other things, depending on. . you have never really mattered. Now, report your news."Xavier waved a hand casually at Sorin and the man slid down the wall. He fell into a seemingly boneless heap on the floor, breathing heavily. After a few moments, he collected himself and sat with his back propped against the wall. He rubbed at his neck absentmindedly before he began to speak, the words flooding from his mouth in a torrent."The lady you said ta look fer is thar. Jacob went into ta ol' woman's place. I sees him meself..