"if youlike looking like prostitutes so much, then i am going to treat you like them," she said. there was a knock at the door and miss woode let them...in. it was two older pupils, dressed almost exactly as the others, only more. "ah girls you are right on time to help me teach these girls a lesson," she said locking the door."Missy? Crystal? please take Hollie to the front. Morgan? Donna? please take seats on the front row," everyone does as they are told. "Missy? Crystal? put Hollie into the. Actually it's about my sister's lover and me.My sister Adrienne was 23-years-old, the oldest of us 5 k**s. She was also the only one who had left home at that point in our lives. I was 14-years-old at the time this startling event took place.My sister knew that she was different at a fairly early age. She always liked girls better than boys. Our folks thought at first that she was just a tomboy and that she would out grow it. But not Adrienne, she kept making friends with the most feminine. "Of course she did" I can almost pitcher it now T giggling menacingly thinking of my struggles, while she's out with her sister drinking. The only upside is that I get too sick Luna on her tomorrow when she has a hangover. I look at my little green menace giggling like a mad person as she and her toys float around the room, I usually would be inclined to join her, but she's been up all day and tomorrow she'll be drained, so I need to make sure she will be well-rested by then, so she can bug her. What the hell. "Yeah. I’ve got a little left to make a joint or two." "Well – light it up," Scott told me. I headed for the kitchen and pulled out the dime bag, rolling paper and lighter and headed back to the couch to roll it up. Jane helped me as I was always a klutz when it came to rolling the paper. Finally, it was there. A nice big joint to share between the three of us. Being a nice host, I offered the first hit to Scott. Scott took his hit and passed it along, and within a few minutes,.