"It's awful," said the pale woman. "Every minute is torment. But we cannot leave, my sisters and I, no, we can never leave…" Tough lease, is it? Bin...ing?" We can never leave," the woman said again. She appeared to be largely talking to herself. She went to the mantle, where a painting of a scowling man loomed. "We're cursed to remain here forevermore until the baron returns from the war. That is the curse he laid on us as the price of our disobedience. But he died, you see. So we'll be here. He wanted a slut and each one of them had been happy to perform his list of twelve tasks for him. Then, the challenge was gone, and he grew weary of the same thing every single time. Dumbass, he thought to himself, it was his fault! The ridiculous rules and scripts he had created made sure that each sexual act was controlled and there was no real interaction besides the acts themselves. No additional commentary was one of his more ludicrous stipulations; he remembered feeling it necessary to. Now I had no idea it was going to be a family orgy, Hell I didn't know what an orgy was, but I was going to find out.While we were down there dad pulled a doobie from his cigarette pack and fired it up.He handed it to me and I hit it nice and slow, then held it in for a minute. Damn dad said, what are you an old pro?And I told him that I'd been smoking with mom for almost two years at that point. We smoked and laughed and talked about how awesome my wake up call was, and I asked dad who was. So I was surprised when Andrea McGinnis answered my knock. Andrea was one of the sub-debs, the clique that ran our school, a small group of beautiful and haughty females. She smiled at me and held the door open."Billy, right?" she asked as I brushed past. Andrea was wearing a filmy, short and nearly transparent chemise or shift, a shapeless garment of silk that hung from ribbons, clung to her lush body and reached just the top of her plump thighs. It might have been her nightgown. She was.