"Passing the box, which was just a plain brown cardboard box with no markings, Corinne and Maggie followed Janet toward the stairs. Maggie kept lookin... over her shoulder as they climbed, not liking the box. She didn't like that it had no markings. All the boxes she'd seen had markings on them, usually in bright colors for electronic stuff like a TV set. This box was clueless.Halfway up the stairs, Maggie paused and took off her sneakers. She left them on the step and continued up, catching her. “You said you’ve made love six times, but there are only four names,” she said.“Scarlett had a repeat, today,” I said to my smart sister.“But, who ... is the sixth?”“You’re smart, you figure it out?”I saw her eyes bug out, “Is it Mom, are you fucking our mother?”“NO, I am making love with my mother, Sally. I call her Sylvia.”“This is getting creepier by the minute. You’ve got four harlots, plus your own mother. You ... are a predator, Matthew!”Walking in the room was Mom, who said, “He is not,. Thompson, are you drunk?" Gruthsorik teased."Noooo. Well... maybe I shouldn't have been driving. I wonder if the gate guard noticed. Meow!" More giggling. She staggered to the cell door and got it open after a few tries. She dropped to the ground and crawled the length of the entryway on her hands and knees, pausing several times to remove her clothing. First she removed her top, making a big show of playing with the lacing as she undid it, even chewing on it a bit. Then she pulled her boots. I'd also discovered lots of friends. I also thought I might be gay. Nothing wrong with that, but at nineteen it spins around the inside of your head quite a bit. My parents are very supportive, but I'd kept it to myself. I hadn't even told any of my friends. At the time I wasn't really up for been on the pull like some of my male friends, so I was normally the designated wing man. The girls always thought of me as their safe friend. True I wouldn't have hit on them. I'm quite shy. There came a.