Back at the cabin

Shawn leaned against the wall in Ravers cabin, trying to hide his boredom as Ashley explained the situation to her sister, her frequent bouts of tears making the process take twice the time it should have. He relished the fury in what little he could hear of Hannah's response; her words indecipherable but her tone clearly pissed.

"Okay," Ashley said finally. "Okay, thank you. See you soon." She put her phone down, covering her face with her hands and trying to suppress another wave of tears. Shawn watched her petite body shake with emotion before stepping in.

"All okay?" he asked kindly. She peeked out from between her fingers, the task of answering him seeming to give her a brief respite from her sadness.

"Yes, she's going to come get me as soon as she can," she managed, voice quavering. "But not for an hour. I think I'll... I think I'll go and lie down in my room until she arrives." Tears leaked from her eyes.

"Sure, can I do anything?" Shawn replied sympathetically. "Maybe get you some water?"

Ashley looked weepily at him as she stood. "Yes, thank you, that would be nice."

She turned, walking forlornly to the room she had shared with Brandon while Shawn began his task. He found the glasses quickly enough, filling one with water from the sink, before reaching inside his pocket and pulling out a pack of white tablets. He finished off the drink with one, the tablet dissolving quickly into the clear liquid.

"Thank you," Ashley said as he deposited the drink on her bedside table.

"A few sips will make you feel better," he said as he stepped back to leave the room. "You've lost a lot of water."

"Ha," Ashley laughed hollowly, but took his advice just in time for Shawn to see her drinking before he left the room, a wide smirk splitting his face as soon as she couldn't see him. He returned to the living room, sitting giddily for 10 or so minutes before eagerly heading back to her bedroom. She was ****, just as planned. He cast a cursory glance over her body. Her breasts and butt were of moderate size, but attached to such a petite frame that they seemed larger. He'd definitely fuck her, but taking advantage of unconsciousness wasn't his style. Still, he couldn't resist copping a feel up her shirt, squeezing her perky breast, finding it soft and beautifully formed.

He hoped he'd get an opportunity to do more with her later, but there were bigger fish to fry. Withdrawing his phone from his pocket he found a message from Jennifer that brought a wide smile to his face. "Bringing Chloe back 2 cabin."

"This could be very interesting," he thought to himself, typing out a wicked text of his own.