Too late.Jessie paced down the hall, hoping her head would clear a little bit. Without thinking, she pass through to the other side of the dorm, the b...ottom right hall.She rounded the corner and promptly stepped in a puddle of vomit.In front of Jessie was a pale, disheveled young man speakers out on the tile, vomit dripping from his mouth.“Jesus,” Jessie yelled.What the hell are you supposed to do in a situation like this? Jessie dashed on the hallway and rapped on the door of the hall RA. No. "Now, before he gets back, how about you lend me something to wear?" I asked.At least Joyce was kind enough to lend me a pair of decent shorts to wear home, though I was still a bit self-conscious about the wife-beater and no bra. Peter had finished her lawn in short order shortly after his return. Just long enough for another cup of coffee and some catching up gossip, though for the most part my sister kept teasing me about tossing Peter a "sweet friendly fuck," as she called it. "Better than. ‘Work was great. We finally released that puma we found two weeks ago inside the reserve. The rest was all normal check ups and the like’ Animals were her passion. Since Gyna was a child, she always wanted to be a vet. After a couple of years and a few sacrifices here and there she managed to finish quite earlier than expected. She worked at both the local zoo and a wildlife reserve 15 minutes from their home, some days, like today, working on both. But she wouldn’t change it for the world.. She looked down at herself with a stiff neck and noticed that the cold air of the ship (for surely that was what it was) had made her puffy, light-coloured nipples rise to full erection. What was this? Obviously she had been abducted for forced prostitution abroad, like the urban legends, but surely that couldn’t happen here, on a construction site in the Montreal suburbs. Didn’t things like that only happen to runaways and drug addicts in urban centres? Part of her wanted to follow her.