Early riser.

Annika spent the night dreaming, the first was a very pleasant one about sex with Jacob that ended with her pulling off his condom, as he protested, and making him cum deep inside her. The second was about Dwayne leaving the group, upset at being held down and ****, and not coming back. And the third was about everybody announcing that they got into college in different states. Leaving the group and starting a new life that didn't involve her.

It was the third that tied her stomach in knots, eating a hole in her otherwise perfect birthday. She puts it out of her mind and thinks about how good her birthday has been so far.

Tons of Smash Bros., and the wildest match in AHW history. Who says gambling is a sin?

If she started the day being told she was going to lose her virginity, have sex six times, swallow five loads of cum, take two more on her face and breasts, have three different guys cum inside her when she wasn't on the pill, let a fat guy drink her pee, then watch one of her friends mount another for savage **** butt sex in the name of her honor, she'd probably have looked at you like you mixed her up with Ke$ha's tour exploits.

But now, stretching out her legs and craning her back; she felt great. She expected to be hung over from the beer, her newly-opened flower to be sore and damaged, but she feels nothing but happy and healthy. Who needs cake and presents!

Her phone says 4:48AM, and she figures she can get up now. She wants to make sure everyone is ready for her big campaign. She'd been working on it for almost a month, and she'd practiced Kor'sha: the Twisted Ones voice all day on Friday. She knew Jacob wanted to do a quick module he found online for yesterday, and fully intended to, but things got... a bit off schedule.

It can always wait til next week. But then, maybe there wouldn't be a next week?

She puts the downer thoughts away and rose from her bed. She could smell Tim's distinctive brand on it faintly, but nothing her mountain meadow spray couldn't fix. She set the can down and opened her wardrobe grabbing her tight v-neck orange cami top and her trusty pair of dice holders... aka the baggiest pair of men's cargo pants, optimized for pockets, that she owned.

She looked through her panty choices, missing her pair of comfortable strawberry ones that are now Dwayne's to keep. With an unknowing pout she reached for a bright orange pair with a small paw-print right were her button should be.

She lays them out and preps for an early shower, but then her stomach growls.