She then told her husband, "No mushrooms. They are too high."He said, "Why don't you go down in the pasture and pick some of those mushrooms? There ar... plenty in the creek bed."She said, "No, some wild mushrooms are poison."He said, "Well, I see varmints eating them and they're OK."So Jean decided give it a try.She picked a bunch, washed, sliced, and diced them for her smothered steak.Then she went out on the back porch and gave Ol' Spot, the yard dog, a double handful.Ol' Spot ate every. "One last thing," He says softly and I feel his breath hover over my lips and I hold my breath as his lips come crashing down on mine with brutal force. He kisses me hard, bruising my lips with his as his tongue slipped between my lips. I whimper and remain still, too afraid to struggle against him. After what seems like forever, he lets up and runs his fingers through my hair. I follow his instructions and I sit up, moving behind him like a puppet. Sadly he was my puppeteer and I had no way of. " Uh... why don't we mingle for a bit?" asked Janice, who was blushing bright red. "Thank you, Mr. Denver. It was lovely meeting you." With that, she whisked her musicians away and they quickly found the nearest bar.For the next two hours, they mingled, sometimes together, sometimes separately. Janice tried to keep track of them — and thus keep them in line — but this task was made difficult by a sudden but insistent interest she developed in the appetizer table. She spent her first twenty. Unseen Ginaya slipped behind the Bar and set the tubes of salve on the top. She then slipped away and let one of the other partiers discover it. The woman read the instructions on the tube and with a grateful sigh began to apply it. It was not long before the word got around and all of them had applied the salve. The following four light and dark cycles saw very little sexual activity as they all caught up on sleep and gave the salve time to work.Near the end of the last dark cycle, Ginaya left.