She was not surprised that she had not caught a chill. Emma had never been ill in her life, despite many duckings and soakings as a somewhat wild tomb...y. Viruses and bacteria seemed to be afraid of her! Either that or they didn't like her! That was why she was here! She was a very strong girl - almost indestructible.Another thing Emma had long known - ever since being severely caned for misconduct involving alcohol - was that she had a very low pain threshold. Part of being very clever, she had. My mom always wanted to be perceived as liberal, so she went ahead and toked. It took a few minutes to get her to hold it in her lungs, but after a while, she was able to. We both fell silent then. She and I were both dressed in summer-wear. She had a T-shirt with a bra underneath, and shorts with I presumed panties on under those. I had a pair of swim trunks on only.I moved my deck chair next to my mom’s. This was truly psychotic grass, where you can’t think or speak, but everything sensory. “I was wondering if Jerry and I could stay with you for a while” I added. After a brief pause, “I am kind of busy Avis” she replied. “I’d do anything you wanted” I answered back. Another pause, “Anything?” she said. “Anything “I replied, knowing Carol would jump at the chance to have her way with me. It took her another minute or so to reply, “Okay” she finally said. “I want you to be my whore slave”, then added, “And I want Jerry to be my lover”. “Agreed” I said. “Come over dressed as. Entering the dark kitchen, Faith said, ‘God, I’m cold and disgusting.’ She heard an oink behind her. A disembodied voice said, ‘I think you’re one sexy sow,’ and a pair of hands began removing her clothes. Laughing, she reached out and found something resembling wet plaster to peel off him, and called, ‘ sue-eee, here pig, pig, pig.’ Stripped down to underwear, they left the filthy rag pile on the floor for Hershey to sniff and draw her own conclusions about what was happening, and once again.