Sparks were flying asour swords grinded together. Dorian somehow had an unnatural strength! Ishifted back a little. But he still pushed forward. This ...wasn't going tobe an easy fight."You there kid!" I shouted at a blonde boy just a few years younger thanme. "I need help! Go get Master Ronaldo!" I know better to bite morethan I could chew. I'm not arrogant and I know when something is tootough for me. The kid and a few others ran off. The rest were fixed onthe fight.Dorian would swing and I. The ground floor had a large kitchen and dining room, and a large T.V. room, and Dads old Den, as he had called it. It was more like an office and library than anything else, but I don’t really know what a Den is supposed to be in a house. I think of a place for bears to hibernate when I think of what a den is. The second floor has 3 bedrooms. The master bedroom which had been my parents room, a slightly smaller room across the hall, which was Janny and Georges room, and another at the end. The way hegrabbed her on the mountain, the erection, the crying, the pleading, thebegging, the creepy lines, the piercing stares, the constant texting, andthe unexpected surprise arrivals to the house, it all added up now. Hewasn't in love with her. His was infatuated with her.They spent the rest of the car journey at one another necks screaming androaring their heads. Despite the fact Rachel was defending herselfconstantly she felt incredibly unsafe around Dave now. It was as if herfeelings. He even saw Frankie fuck her last night!After he finished, Gerta cradled him in her arms, her big bare tits crushed between them. She smothered his forehead with kisses."Honey," she told him. "From now on, your life is going to change, I'll see to that."The naked blonde, who had pissed in the john when Gerta had bathed Jack, staggered into the room, this time with Frankie on her arm."Are you two finished in here?" Frankie asked, an asshole grin on his face."We need someplace to fuck, don't we,.