I asked my wife to sit with us and relax a little. I prepared her a margarita that she liked to drink and made a little more tequila in. Normally, it'...s neatly dark after the fourth glass. We drank, chatted, and from time to time someone jumped into the pool. Someone came up with the idea of playing water polo, which we also liked to take on. In such a game, there is a lot of body contact, you give yourself high-five or hug yourself with a good ball. I already realized how the buddies were. Only after the last person was seated did Valery close the disco music and lights completely, but not for long for she filled the basement with the sounds of the jungle night and the wind rustling leaves background by the sounds of distant drums, their rhythm soft and slow. Valery pushed a button and a green spot light made a circle of light on the floor. On cue Gail steps into the circle of light, she was dressed completely in a huntress outfit, from boots to pit hat, her blouse was open. One of the girls is hiding in the old tool shed and he enters it stealthily, like a hunting predator, led there by muffled giggles.He was already adjusted to the gloom; she’s hiding between two stacks of old papers and magazines but a white shorts and top cuts through the stuffy darkness. It’s one of the friends, part of the slumber party and the only one that not only has tits, but sizeable ones too. Big enough to bounce when walking; she’s wearing more than a training-bra underneath that. Should he actually do anything at all or should he just keep this new nightmare private? Following his dreams as fact had not always proved prudent. That was a lesson Harry had learned all too painfully at the loss of his godfather’s life. Throughout the siege of dreams, Harry considered sending an owl to his best friends for advice. After weighing the pros and cons, he decided against it. Ron would definitely go into panic mode, wondering if someone was actually being tortured. He didn’t.