What is going on Mark wondered.Shasta smiled again and said sarcastically, “So you like swords that much do you?” Everyone at the table laughed in...cluding Mark and the conversation and drinking continued. After midnight they headed back to the worrier cottages. Each worrier had his own, but the were small. No bigger than the size of a bedroom, but they were their own and no one had to share.Mark’s was next to a great old willow tree that he often climbed at night. Just to sit and listen and. When I opened the door, Jessica and Samantha were standing there. Before I could say a word, Jessica kicked me in my right shin and pulled me onto herself, by my robe. Jessica pulled me all the way to the floor, on top of her, as she dropped onto her back. As I tried to get up, Samantha took several pictures of me laying on top of Jessica.As I finally made it to my feet, Samantha disappeared around the corner, and Jessica stepped inside my house. I followed Jessica into my living room and sat. He backed out of the driveway in his 89' Corsica, an old two hundred dollar car a friend sold him and almost hit Lisa's mailbox. "Shit! Damn it, that was close". He made it to the road and started driving home. He took all the old back roads to insure safer passage then turned down Farm Road 7845, the final stretch before home. His car started to swerve a bit and if the flashing lights and sirens from the police car riding his ass hadn't been turned on he would have passed out."License and. Maybe it was because I already knew two of the kids from high school—they had been sophomores when I had been a senior, and we had shared a self-defense class.I had borrowed an SUV from Dad to take us there and back. The idea was that we would spend a couple of hours driving to the casino, the kids would amuse themselves for two hours, then we would drive back. Naturally, only the first part of the trip went according to plan. We got to the casino about 8:00 PM and the kids hit the slot.