<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/12/95/c1/1295c1a00f57569c5c2eb46d7542974b.jpg)</div>Name: Hannah McTavish/Gretel<br/>Location: Arriving<br/>Wearing: red checked shirt open to reveal cleavage, torn denim trousers and brown cowboy boots. Carrying a battered rucksack<br/>Tagging: Greg,Gilda,Lisa -open<br/>Extra Information: Brownies!!<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Hannah winked suggestively when Lisa reached into her bag,it was almost to easy for her to scare the other girl without saying a word. Turning her attention to the sofa she momentarily ignored Goldie's open mouth. Plonking herself down in Greg's lap she turned her whole body leads Gilda. Reaching into the bag she pulled forth a brownie, sinfully sweet this delicious treat packed a sinful secret, it was packed with chili. Hannah always found chocolate and chili to be the perfect combination and also perfect for this gathering of sinfully sweet people.<br/><br/>Reaching forward her red shirt gaped teasingly as she popped the brownie, fingers and all right into Gilda's mouth, she slowly pulled out her fingers getting the good and wet in the process. Hannah raised her eyebrows suggestively to the other girl as she wiggled her ass closer to Greg's groin. Hannah loved to tease and if she could get the Jock practically foaming at the mouth as well as enjoying some of the delicious company of Gilda well Hannah would just dive right in that smorgasbord.....it was at that moment that there was an ominous creaking noise from the top of the steps. Heavy footfalls began to slowly approach, the boom of each step dreaming to echo into every little nook and cranny, into the line of vision of the threesome on the couch came a slippered foot, the next step revealed a pair of brown suit trousers. Slowly step by step the proffessor was revealed.<br/><br/>He had been secretly observing the group since the moment they arrived, in each student he could see clear characteristics of fairy land tales, Goldilocks,Gretel, the wolf and even the girl with no hands, along with several others for he had heard Tim riffling around in the other room<strong>Good evening, and welcome to storytelling. I am Professor Blake. If you would all like to follow me to the living room, class is about to begin</strong>he walked past the group of students and opened the living room door. The brightly lit room and roaring fire send to mystically draw the arrest of students from there various activities and they found themselves following him without voicing the obvious question of where he had been before now.<br/><br/>