The next morning, Janice groaned as she came awake. She rubbed her temple and winced as she sensed a headache brewing.

She recalled doing what Margie had termed to be fun yesterday.

It wasn't her wearing a skimpy bikini to show off her backside to people in the castle nor did she seduce anyone as she had suggested.

They had a little tea party in her room yesterday. Only that it wasn't tea they had taken.

It was a brandy Margie had stolen from Jeremy's collection and ...