The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Even though she knew she should be happy, Catherine Wilde’s feelings were decidedly ambivalent. Teaching Italian at Bilington High had been her first job out of college, 13 short years ago, and if everything worked out the way she hoped, it would be the only she’d ever have. In that time, she’d had one dream; to take a group of her students to Italy. A group, in fact, had gone to Rome for 3 weeks the year before she’d started at Bilington, so it didn’t seem too crazy an idea. But airfare and lodging was prohibitively expensive, and the annual candy bar sales didn’t even come close to covering costs. The last trip had been completely underwritten by the richest woman in town, one Victoria Tastick. But since that time, Ms. Tastick had given no hint that she was interested in repeating the experience. Not that Catherine hadn’t tried. She’d written Ms. Tastick every semester for 12 years proposing a second trip, and followed up the letters with phone calls to the woman’s home. Catherine never got past Ms. Tastick’s personal assistant. The PA herself was a former Bilington student, and for a while Catherine had hoped that would get her a little traction with the woman with the checkbook. She’d been wrong. The most she ever got was a polite letter from Ms. Tastick expressing her regret funds could not be forthcoming “at this time” and refusing even to meet with “la profesora”. Catherine hadn’t even bothered writing this year. That’s what made Ms. Tastick’s offer so surprising.

And now Catherine found herself at Victoria Tastick’s home the day before the flight to Rome attending a “good bye” party for the kids going on the trip and their parents. And things were all the more confusing for Catherine because Victoria had offered absolutely no explanation for the change of heart. Ms. Tastick’s hospitality was impeccable, she’d spared no expense on this event, and her Italian was perfect. What’s more, Victoria was letting the group stay in a villa her family owned in the center of Rome that was convenient to all the sites Catherine wanted the kids to see. But Victoria’s whole demeanor made clear she felt no need to explain why she was doing this now instead of any other time over the past 12 years. But when you’re that rich and that beautiful, Catherine reasoned to herself, you probably aren’t asked to explain yourself too often. But that was another strange thing. Victoria Tastick was beautiful. She was drop dead gorgeous, in fact. She’d been a benefactor to Bilington High School for as long as anyone could remember. Doing the math, Catherine figured she had to be in her late 40’s to mid 50’s, at least. But she looked no older than Catherine’s 35, and maybe even a shade younger. What was her secret?

Catherine was grateful for one thing, however. There would be no boys on this trip. Not that she had anything against boys or men, even if she hadn’t found the right one yet. Catherine was quite a good looking woman herself with her full, medium length, strawberry blond hair, high cheekbones, crystal blue eyes and a toned, curvy body that stayed toned and curvy thanks to her every other day workouts. She enjoyed the appreciative looks she got from the boys in the school’s hallways, and from their fathers, truth be told. But that was exactly the problem. Put teenaged boys and girls together in a romantic, exotic location and things were going to happen that the school board would not approve of. And Catherine knew that this sort of problem was not merely theoretical. Two years ago the French Club had gone to Paris, and one of the students who went along was a Senior who considered himself God’s gift to women. Unfortunately for all concerned, there were a number of girls on that trip who agreed with that assessment. This young man had gotten a little too into the whole “most romantic city in the world” thing and propositioned one of the faculty chaperones, a young teacher barely out of college herself. Catherine couldn’t really blame the boy for trying. The problem was that the teacher had said “Yes” and they got caught. The boy graduated that year with his reputation promoted to the level of “legend”. The teacher had been fired the moment the plane landed back in the US. Catherine didn’t like the disparity in the outcomes, but then again, that woman really should have known better. Yes, Catherine thought to herself, she’d have enough trouble keeping the Italian boys away from her girls. Things would be a lot easier if she wasn’t bringing any boys with her.

Though she didn’t say so, Victoria Tastick agreed. This would all go a lot easier with no boys going on the trip. In fact, things would go very easily indeed if, IF, she made the right choice right now. She had eight girls to choose from, nine counting the teacher. Some of them were clearly unsuited for what Victoria had in mind, and some of them had many of the qualities she was looking for. But she had to choose one to get things started and she had to choose wisely. Catherine Wilde was out, she was too old. Victoria liked to start them young and mold them. Once Catherine was inducted into The Association, she’d render valuable service. But that was down the road. The senior girl with the short, black hair and the spectacular body, Connie, was also out. She was just too stupid to be trusted. Victoria made a note to enjoy the long haired blond Ashley, a junior, once she got back as she loved the long and lean types. Ashley was too virginal and too religious to be of use now; that would change after she came back from Italy. The only other senior on the trip, Allie, was another long and lean type who caught Victoria’s eye. She had that cute, short haircut and the most gorgeous eyes, but she was also the typical, flighty cheerleader type. Victoria needed someone a little more reliable. Tammi, a junior, and Asha, a sophomore, were certainly reliable, and Victoria was certainly color blind when it came to beautiful women. Tammi was Korean-American, Asha’s parents were practically straight off the plane from New Delhi, and both girls were high academic achievers. But their whole lives were their studies and getting their Ivy League College applications in tip top shape. They didn’t have much breadth to their life experiences and Rome was likely to be overwhelming to them. Victoria also needed a girl who wouldn’t be too distracted. Laura, another junior, was also not acceptable. She was one of those riot grrrrrl types, and while there was nothing wrong with that, she was probably going to Rome to pursue her own agenda. But she was a tight little Japanese-American package. Victoria liked her a lot. So that left two. One of those was Leslie, the only freshman in the group. Victoria sensed immediately she was also the smartest and most worldly of all the girls. Leslie was the kind of girl, Victoria could see, who could look at any situation and tell exactly what the score was. Plus she had those black, plastic framed glasses which gave her the whole “geek chic” look. Leslie was obviously a girl who was going to go far, even without Victoria’s help. But Leslie was also a little too strong willed for Victoria’s needs at this time.

“Excuse me, Ms. Tastick?”

Victoria was lurched out of her thoughts, “I’m sorry. Yes, Bridget?”

“Where’s the bathroom?”

Victoria looked Bridget over very carefully, “Through those doors over there, and up the stairs. Take a left and it’s the 4th door on the right.”

“Thanks.”

Victoria watched as Bridget walked away. A good kid, by all accounts, and another high academic achiever. She carried herself like a tomboy, and indeed, she was the only sophomore starter on the school’s powerhouse soccer team. But she wasn’t built like a tomboy anymore, not by a long shot. Her long legs swept up to a firm, perfect pear shaped ass. Her breasts were large and firm and stood up like they’d been called to attention by a drill sergeant, but still managed to be in perfect proportion with the rest of her body. Her face was beautiful, freckled, friendly and powered by a pair of clear green eyes. Her straight, shoulder length hair was so red it looked almost purple. It was obviously not her natural hair color, but it worked for her. Victoria knew she had her one.

Bridget finished in the bathroom, washed up and stepped into the hall. Ms. Tastick’s house was, by far, the biggest house she’d ever been in and it was filled with the most beautiful things she’d ever seen. In particular, she’d noticed a sculpture as she’d gone into the bathroom so now she took a moment to inspect it. She had no idea what it was, it didn’t look like anything she’d ever seen before, and there wasn’t any sort of display to explain what it was like there would be at a museum.

“There you are Bridget, I was afraid you’d gotten lost.”

Bridget jumped, “Oh, Ms. Tastick, you scared me.”

“I’m sorry.”

“That’s okay. No problem,” Bridget said. “I was just looking at this sculpture.”

“Oh yes. I brought that with me when I moved here from Rome.”

“Is that where you’re from?” Bridget asked. She found it difficult to place Ms. Tastick’s accent.

“That’s a very long story. Maybe I’ll tell you it when you get back,” Victoria smiled. “Bridget, you seem like a very responsible young woman, the kind of woman another woman can rely on.”

“Oh, well, thank you.”

“I bring it up because I need someone to do me a favor back in Rome, and I think you’re just the girl to help me. Do you think you could do me a favor?”

Bridget shrugged, “Sure, I guess. But why not ask Ms. Wilde?”

“Well, she’s going to be very busy keeping you all on track, and this is very important. I can’t have this slip trough the cracks. What do you say?”

“What do you want me to do?”

Victoria smiled again. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small, carved stone attached to a shoelace thin leather strap, “This necklace belongs to one of my relatives. I forgot I had it on me and accidentally brought it back the last time I was in Rome. I need you to take it with you and put it back where it belongs.”

“That seems easy enough.”

“Good girl. Now you can’t let it out of your sight. It may not look it, but it is very valuable. So why don’t you put it on and keep it on until you get to Italy?”

Bridget took the necklace and slipped it around her neck and attached the clasp. As soon as she did, a wave of dizziness washed over her and her knees buckled. Victoria guided her to a nearby chair. She waited a minute, that’s all that was needed for the necklace to take effect.

“Bridget, can you hear me?”

“Yeah,” Bridget said softly.

“How do you feel?”

“A little funny.”

“That’ll pass in a moment I promise,” Victoria said tenderly. “Now, listen carefully. I’m going to tell you what that necklace does, and what I want you to do with it. You will do everything I tell you to.”

Catherine did not enjoy flying, but she had to admit the trip across the Atlantic went about as well as could have been expected. She’d had a chance to talk with all the girls about what they wanted to do and see, all except Bridget, who seemed distracted. She spent the entire flight sleeping and staring out the plane window. Catherine kept an eye on her as the bus from the airport to the villa negotiated the insanity of Rome’s streets. But Bridget acted much as she had on the plane, staring out the window and absentmindedly fingering the necklace she wore.

Bridget was exhausted. The flight and the time change was hitting her hard, as it was hitting the rest of the girls. But even worse was the feeling that there was something she was forgetting, like there was something she was supposed to be doing, but she had no idea what that was.

The villa was spectacular, the accommodations within were luxurious. The sleeping arrangements were less so. As the teacher and chaperone, Ms. Wilde got her own room. No one had a problem with that. Then Ms. Wilde decided that the two seniors would also get their own room. The remaining six girls could divide the remaining three room anyway they liked. Bridget would have preferred drawing straws for the right to have her own room, but it wasn’t her decision to make. Tammi and Asha paired up. Bridget didn’t know Leslie all that well, and she definitely did not want to room with a holy roller like Ashley, so she asked to room with Nadine. Nadine didn’t care who she roomed with, as long as it wasn’t Ashley, and accepted immediately. There was little to distinguish one room from another, they were all great. Since it was already late in the afternoon, Catherine decided the plan for the rest of the night would be to have dinner, unpack and watch some Italian TV to brush up on their language skills. She allowed the girls to take a break and watch some BBC TV if they wanted, but American channels, if there even were any, were off limits. “Leslie, what’s this? It was in the mail for you.” Catherine handed Leslie a small package.

“It’s just some stuff I wanted to bring but didn’t want to carry in my luggage. I sent it ahead a couple weeks ago.”

Catherine shrugged, “That was good thinking. You guys can stay up as late as you want, but if you want my advice, I’d go to bed early. We’ve got a big day and a lot of stuff ahead of us tomorrow. Got it?”

They got it, and for the most part, they followed Catherine’s advice.

Bridgett woke with a start. The lights in the room were out and all was quiet but for the rhythmic whisper of Laura’s breath from the other bed. The clock read 1:30a. She put her hand over the necklace and clenched it in her fist. She rolled out of bed and slipped on her slippers. Quietly she opened the door. No one else appeared to be awake as she walked through the villa to the front door. The villa was set well off the street and walled on all four sides. It was also dark and quiet in the courtyard. The feeling that she was forgetting something was gone as Victoria’s instructions came back to her. She went first to the north corner of the compound and, brushing away the dirt and vegetation, found the design chiseled in the wall, just as Victoria said it would be. It matched the design of the necklace. Still gripping the necklace with her left hand, she placed the right hand on the wall and repeated the chant Victoria had taught her, not in Italian, but in Latin.

“Senior Superum , tribuo mihi imperium.”

The necklace began to glow, rays of low light appearing from between her fingers. The warmth of the pendant was matched by that between her legs, an unfamiliar sensation for her. She crossed directly across the courtyard, to the south corner, again found the design in the wall. She switched hands now, holding the necklace in her right and touching the wall with her left.

“Deus Nex , tribuo mihi libero ex vestri principatus.”

Though it was still hidden in her hand, the necklace gave enough light for Bridget to see a few steps ahead. The heat in her hand was reassuring in the cool night air. The heat in her pussy was almost distracting now. She could feel a trickle running down he upper thigh. She walked along the wall to the west corner, and again switched hands once she found the design in the wall.

“Viator superum tribuo mihi volo ut animadverto vota of meus sanctimonialis.”

The pendant now threw off enough light to illuminate the walls of the villa. Bridget clenched her teeth in an effort to control her arousal. She concentrated on not touching herself. Victoria had warned her about this, and warned that she must not release until the ceremony was over. There was one more chant to go, and once that was complete, she would have complete freedom to satisfy her urges. In fact, Victoria had encouraged her to do so. She crossed the courtyard again, to the east corner. This time she did not switch hands, Victoria had been very clear on that point.

“Diligo dea tribuo mihi vestri ops porro intentio of meus sanctimonialis.”

The courtyard was instantly illuminated, as though dozens of spotlights had been focused on a single spot. Bridgett was thrown against the wall; dazed, she slid to the grass. After a few seconds she was able to prop herself up on all fours. She immediately slid her hand into her pants, cupped herself, shuddered at the sensation. She withdrew her hand and brought it to her face. Her other hand instantly found its way to her sopping quim. She knelt face down on the grass, licking and sniffing one hand as the other rubbed her clit to the beat of her grunts.

A light went on in the villa and Bridget could see a head in the window, looking out into the courtyard. Bridget was sheltered by the leaves of a low hanging tree, she knew she could not be seen but, again, she forced herself to stop because she could certainly be heard. She waited until the head moved from the window, then she went back inside. Her job now was to bring all of her friends into The Association as quickly as possible, and since she’d woken at least one person up, now was as good a time as any to get started. She’d never be this sexually powerful, this maddened with lust, again. Future conversions would require at least some seduction. Right now, she had the power to simply take. Bridgett knew who’s room the light had come on in, and now she’d take her.

Bridget walked, swiftly, quietly, purposefully through the villa. As she expected, her prey was at her bedroom door. She was wearing a robe, which had been tied off loosely, her delicious, gorgeous body almost totally exposed and there for the taking.

“Bridget, what’s going on?” she asked.

Bridget didn’t answer, except to push her back into her room and close the door. She ripped the robe off, pushed her now naked desire onto the bed, then mounted her. Resistance was overwhelmed in short order, then passion.

Bridget practically skipped back to her room. She’d never done all THAT before, but she knew she would again, and soon. Actually, it would have to be really soon. She’d just spent the last three hours engaged in the best sex imaginable. Of course, it was the first sex she’d ever had, but there was no way it could possibly get any better than that. Enough of her girlfriends had told her the horror stories of their first time, and Bridget had no complaints. And her lover had begged her, begged Bridget not to leave, to come back to bed, to touch her just one more time. There was no way Bridget could do that, not so early in her plan. She left with stern instruction to act in the future as if nothing had happened. Otherwise, Bridget had warned, she’d never, ever see, let alone lick, her pussy again. Bridget could see in her slave’s eyes the warning had had the intended effect.

But the fire was still raging in the hole. Bridget carried her pajama bottoms in her hand, all she wore were her soaked panties and a wife-beater t-shirt. She strummed her rock hard nipples through the material as she walked, hoping for a little relief. It only made things worse. She slipped back into her room, hoping to get back into bed and finger herself to sleep. She hadn’t pulled the sheets up yet when the light came on.

“Where were you?” Nadine asked.

“I couldn’t sleep, so I went for a walk You?”

Nadine was lying on her stomach and propped herself up on her elbows. Bridget could see she wasn’t wearing a shirt or bra. She found herself wondering if Nadine slept naked, “I woke up about an hour ago and couldn’t get back to sleep.”

Bridget slung her legs across the sheets, so they dangled off the side of the bed. Keeping her legs spread, she pulled her t-shirt off. Nadine gasped. Bridget scratched her left breast lightly, just above the nipple, “Isn’t this place great?”

“Yeah, I guess so,” Nadine sputtered, still a little taken aback by the way Bridget had just whipped her shirt off.

“But it’s kind of hot in here, don’t you think?”

Nadine found herself agreeing. Funny she hadn’t noticed it before. She pulled her sheet down a bit, “Yeah, it is.”

Bridget’s hand moved to her hair, which she twisted in her fingers, “I can’t wait to get out on the town tomorrow.”

Nadine hardly noticed it, but her hands was playing with her hair also, “Me either.”

“So why can’t you get to sleep?”

“I dunno.”

“I bet I know,” Bridget said, her hand slipping back to her breast.

“Why?” Nadine whispered.

“You’re horny. You want to get laid.” Bridget pulled on her nipple gently.

“What?”

“It’s perfectly natural,” Bridget assured her.

Nadine couldn’t take her eyes off Bridget’s tits. They were beautiful, “It is?”

“Sure it is,” Bridget cupped her other breast with her free hand. She lifted it up, as though gauging its weight. “You’re in this new city. No one knows you, you don’t know anyone. Everything’s so exciting. You can do anything you want. You could do anyone you want.”

Nadine was now working her own breast over. She scraped her nipple with her fingernails exactly the way she did right before she started playing with herself, “Anyone?”

“Absolutely. You’re totally hot,” Bridget squeezed her legs together, then spread them again. She could smell herself already. “But there’s a problem.”

“What,” Nadine said, a little desperate. Her other hand slipped down between her legs.

“Sunrise isn’t for a few more hours. There’s no way you’re getting back to sleep unless you get fucked,” Bridget’s arms were crossed across her chest, her hands working the nipples. “So what are you going to do?”

“I don’t know,” Nadine thrust two fingers up her slick hole. It felt great, but Bridget was right, it wasn’t going to be enough.

“Well, when I have a problem, sometimes it helps me to visualize an answer,” Bridget leaned slightly forward so her breasts hung free. “If you found someone to fuck you, what would they do?”

Nadine closed her eyes, “She’d suck my tits.”

“Ohhh, sounds hot.”

Nadine’s eyes snapped open again. Why did she say that, she wasn’t into chicks. But when she looked at Bridget, all she could see were those incredible tits and that necklace of hers. Bridget’s boobs were so big, but her nipples were so small and pointy. They had to be poking out at least half an inch. Suddenly, all she could think about was wrapping her lips around them.

“And what would you do to her?” Bridget asked.

“Huh?”

“I said, if you found a girl to fuck, and it sounds like you want a girl, what would you do to her?”

Girl? Nadine was sure she didn’t like girls. That’s why she was so surprised when she heard herself say, “I’d lick her.”

“Would you lick her pretty titties?”

“Yes.”

“Would you lick her little pussy?”

“God, yes!”

Bridget smiled, “Do you like my necklace?”

All Nadine could do was nod.

“Would you like a closer look at it?”

Nadine nodded again. Bridget stood up and crossed the short distance between their beds. She leaned over in front of Nadine, her breasts, and the necklace, hanging just inches in front of the befuddled girl’s face. Nadine opened her mouth and leaned forward. Bridgett pulled back. Nadine leaned forward again. Bridgett smiled, and stood up, her palms placed delicately over her nipples.

“Please,” Nadine begged.

“Take off my panties.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m busy playing with my tits,” Bridget said as she resumed rubbing her nipples.

Nadine sat up, the sheet falling away. Bridget was right, she did sleep naked. She also kept her pussy hair trimmed. As sexy as it looked, she was going to have to shave it eventually. Victoria liked her girls shaved. Bridget shaved hers the night before, and if she was doing as she was told, tonight’s previous conquest was shaving hers right now. Nadine hooked her thumbs under the waistband, next to Bridget’s hips and pulled the silky strip down. Because of the way she was positioned , she could only get them down to Bridget’s knees. The pussy she was now staring at was wet and puffy. Nadine was suddenly very thirsty.

“Lie on your back,” Bridget ordered. Nadine did as she was told, instantly. Bridget climbed onto the bed and gripped the headboard. Her knees straddled Nadine’s head and she slowly lowered herself. “Make me cum.”

Nadine reached up, taking Bridget by the hips and lowering her the rest of the way to her face. There was worrying, no questioning, no hesitation. She was focused entirely on doing what Bridget commanded. She started off by doing what was always done to her in her fantasies, placing gentle kisses along Bridget’s thighs, working her way ever closer to the honey, finding a rhythm with the slow thrusting of her lover’s hips.

“Lick me nice and slow, bottom to top!” Bridget hissed, then threw her head back and moaned as Nadine complied. “Again ... again ... get my clit ... just like that ... YES!”

Bridget let go of the headboard, allowing more of her weight to fall on Nadine’s face. Nadine loved it, and started licking faster. “That feels good ... that feels good ... God you’re good at this ... I like that ... I like that ... Look at me.”

Nadine opened her eyes. Bridget could see her head bobbing up and down from between her legs. The redhead took one of her breasts in both her hands, deliberately brought it to her mouth and slowly licked the nipple, all the while pistoning her hips again and again. Nadine moaned, and latched on to Bridget’s clit.

“Suck it hard ... don’t let go,” Bridget ordered as her hips began bucking out of control. “Oh fuck ... you bitch ... after I cum ... I’ll let you play ... with my tits. You told me ... you want them ... Almost there ... Almost ... Uuuuuuuuuhhhhhh!!!”

Every muscle in Bridget’s body tightened, forcing her back up. Nadine regained her grip on Bridget’s hips and pulled her back down, with Bridget’s head landing near Nadine’s feet. Nadine immediately switched her position on the bed, lying across Bridget’s still twitching body, her hands pawing at the most magnificent breasts she’d ever seen.

“Thank you so much,” Nadine breathed into Bridget’s ear before they kissed, their tongues stabbing deep into the other’s mouth. “That was so fucking hot.”

Nadine went to work on Bridget’s tits, licking and each nipple, then kissing their undersides as Bridget cooed her approval. Back and forth Nadine went, all the while fingering her new lover’s bald pussy. After a while, Bridget pulled Nadine up for another deep, passionate kiss, rolling the brunette over in the process. After she broke the kiss, Bridget got up on all fours.

“Your turn now,” she said, reaching between Nadine’s legs.

Nadine smiled and slowly parted her thighs, all the while making sure to keep eye contact. Bridget cupped Nadine’s cunt then rubbed with the palm of her hand. Nadine shuddered and moaned.

“You like this, don’t you,” Bridget teased.

“Yes!” Nadine whined.

“You love it!”

“God yes!”

“What do you want?”

“More!” Nadine panted.

“More what?”

“More ... of ... you!”

“What do you want me to do,” Bridget asked with faux innocence.

“Fuck me ... get me off ... use your tongue.”

“I can do that,” Bridget said, dropping down to place her mouth on Nadine’s sex. As she did she swung around, her box now directly over Nadine’s face. Nadine was only too happy to reach up, gather that incredible ass in her arms, and pull it down to her face.

Nadine happily, thankfully slipped all bonds of self-restraint and control. Each flick of Bridget’s tongue Nadine deeper into Bridget’s cunt. She could feel a relentless, animal passion taking her over, and she knew she would do nothing to stop it. When Bridget slipped two fingers up Nadine’s ass, the Asian girl growled “Yes!” and went back to sucking her lover off. The teens thrashed about wildly on the bed; sometimes Nadine was on the bottom, sometimes on her side, sometimes on top. She barely noticed. All that mattered was that she give as good as she was getting.

But along with the passion came something new ... a purpose. That purpose became clearer as her orgasm approached. There were other girls in the house, they could be made to feel like this also. No, they couldn’t ... they had to! They each had to be seduced so they could feel what she was feeling, Nadine realized. And Nadine knew she would help with those seductions. And when they were seduced, when they had felt what she had felt, they would understand, just as Nadine was starting to understand. There was something else at work here, something greater than all of them, something that had called upon Nadine to serve. And serve, Nadine decided, was exactly what she would do.

“Oh fuck ... fuck ... fuck ...,” Nadine cried as the orgasm struck, and her induction was completed. Her tensed, lifting herself, and Bridget, off the bed. “YYYYEEESSSSSSS!!!”

Nadine collapsed back onto the mattress, her convulsing body curled up into the fetal position as she rode out the rest of her orgasm. Bridget spooned up against her, placing gentle kisses on her neck and ears.

“You are one of us now,” Bridget said.

“Yes,” Nadine answered happily. “But there’s a lot I don’t understand.”

“Victoria will explain everything when we get back.”

Nadine laughed, “We got a little noisy. I hope we didn’t wake everyone up.”

“Victoria said the walls are very think. No one heard a thing.” Nadine rolled over to kiss Bridget again. “But there are two things to remember.”

“What?”

Bridget kissed Nadine on the neck, “First, all the girls must be brought in before we go back home. Second, they must all be brought in here, in the house. No bathroom quickies when we’re out on the town.”

“Okay,” Nadine murmured, then hugged Bridget close. “Who will we do next?”

“I don’t know, we have 3 weeks to think about it,” Bridget replied. “Don’t worry about it now. Let’s just get some sleep.”