“It would turn me on so much to watch you do that.”I was feeling so mellow at that point that I was game for anything they might suggest. I leaned...in and began to lick my first penis. Mrs. Banks held her breath as I began to swirl my tongue around the head. I looked at her as I wrapped my lips around her husband’s swollen cock head. A moan escaped from above my head and I figured I must be doing something right. We all repositioned into more comfortable postures. Mr. Banks laid on his back and. " Date rape drug?" Bryant asked."I guess," the girl replied. "I mean, I wasn't her friend or anything. I didn't talk to her about it." But you heard rumors," Bryant pressed."Yeah," the girl confessed. "That's what everyone was saying. She was hanging out with people and one of them roofied her. At least that's what everyone said." Did the police arrest anyone?" Bryant asked."She didn't go to the cops," the girl told him. "Her dad is a preacher. If he found out she had lied to him and went out. .. no way..."She had thought of it. The most simple, if not the most logical answer."It's ... m ... m ... me..." I forced my lips apart despite the chatter that wanted to cut off my communication. Each exhalation was accompanied by yet another shudder. Was I hysterical? Even the thought of the word brought another reflection of the situation I was in, thanks a fucking lot, Freud."No. No way. You don't just ... you don't just turn into a girl, Hen ... You can't be him!" Trish exclaimed, coming. "Who the hell puts a piano in a wall?" Olan asked no one in particular."That's what Olaf was trying to tell us," Lorette said. Her voice quivered with excitement as she moved in front of the keys. "I never saw this before because the door was always open when they brought me here. But I don't remember how it goes. Do you, Camille?" Yes," Camille said. "I think so."She hummed a strange series of notes before the angel joined in. Both women fairly giggled when the angel reached for the keyboard..