I kind of enjoyed it until later. By about eleven pm Jen was wasted. She couldn't even stand. That's when the trouble began. Jen was hoisted up i...nto a crowd surf. She was so drunk she couldn't keep her head up. Her drunken body was passed across an endless sea of drunk mostly horny men and some women. I thought it would be ok but it turned bad. At first hands touched her everywhere and then the clothes started to be removed. Jen tried to resist but hands grabbed her wrists and legs. The only thing that she did to improve her appearance was to put her hair in two tails. She was too absorbed to cut it, but she didn't want to lay on it if she was on her back or have it fall forward if she was on her stomach.That should explain why she ignored it when the cats scattered. She heard something scrambling in her window. It was a really big dog. It wasn't being stealthy. “Leave me alone Lucky, I'm busy.” Kelly knew her neighbor's dog. He was the vet's dog. He still had balls, but. " "Stay out of your way?" She asked, "Stay out of your way when?" "When I pull over to fuck the shit out of you." I told her in all seriousness. "I like the sound of that." She said. "When does that happen?" "That happens when I can't drive anymore, when you become too distracting." I said, challenging her. "Sounds like a win-win for both of us," she said, "assuming we don't crash." "I like to think of it more as a win-when." I added. "We'll see about that." She said. There was a tractor. To slip into the enemy’s enclaves without being detected. To kill silently.”“Stealth,” Chanda summarizes.“You wish to learn the ways of the assassin?” asks the king.“I want to learn everything I can to defend my king.”“But you are barely seventeen, and my grandson is barely older.”“They can defend themselves,” Nick argues, “as well as any warrior. They have learned from the best, from Kristina’s mother, and have bettered her.”“Is this true?” he asks his grandson.“I don’t know,” Sasha replies..