Jezebel liked Johnny. However, as they were in the middle of their high school romance, Jezebel saw something that would change her life.Jezebel was a...so part of the Flags in high school marching band. She was the shortest one of the bunch in a group of taller, curvaceous women carrying flags. One day, in practice, Jezebel was changing rather hurriedly. When she finished, she began to walk out of the changing room. She looked back.There she was, in the middle of changing. Her name was Destiny. The half man was invited because he pressed his girlfriend, a BFF of mine for a threesome and insisted on having two women instead of an extra man. Thinking of himself of course in this day and age was enough to convict him in our court of opinion. Guilty! The sentence…jail time. The man in this case wasn’t a friend of mine this time but a burly acquaintance of my other BFF, he wasn’t terribly handsome but he was hung enough for the task. He didn’t like women anyway which suited us fine, he. He said I have a favor to ask, its ok if you have reservations about it and say no but I was wondering if I could have Marie accompany me to a business dinner meeting on Friday evening it may be over late and she would have to stay out late dont worry I will look after her well if you dont mind. My response was let me ask her about it and get right back to you, I call Marie to let her know and she asks me how I feel about it since I wont be able to join them since its a business dinner type of. The little dog looked up at her and panted."Then some people prefer that way," the voice said.Dorothy whirled around. Still nobody.But the scarecrow was pointing the other way.As Dorothy watched, the Scarecrow lifted his head and smiled. "Then of course," he grinned, "some people prefer it up the ass." He thrust his hips forward in an obscene gesture."Why, you can talk," Dorothy said."Of course I can talk. I have a mouth." The Scarecrow winked. "And I know how to use it, too." Oh, really?".