"I'm scared!" she said and hugged him. "Shit!" thought Justin, who was getting to the point of shooting his load before the thunder came -- he had wan...ed to finish jacking off. His jockey shorts were still pulled down around his hips and his cock was still erect, now resting against the tee-shirt that Janet wore to bed. "Ohhhh... sorry... I think my step-brother was jerking off," and reaching to feel his stiff cock, she continued, "yes... he was. Maybe his step-sister can help him out!" She. Joey had been complaining that he hadn’t been able to bring down any game, unlike that temptress Sheryye, who had fearlessly taunted a Tyro into attacking her on her first day here.Sheryye sat, listening to the two men talk. Tia and Tara sat with her, none of the three talking – at least, not out loud.‘That guy wants to offer up his wife as bait!’ Tara was thinking, mind-linked with Tia and Sheryye.‘There’s a good chance that Joey will go for it, too!’ Sheryye thought, creating an image for the. For both their sakes. Only... She was scared. Desperately, mortally scared. She asked herself the same question she was going to ask Fran: if she wanted to escape?Only she didn't know. She couldn't make the decision now. And, when the time came, what decision would she make?Renee collapsed on the bed and the sweat beaded on her body despite the chill in the room. It's the heroin, she told herself. It's the desire for heroin that's making me sweat.But she lied to herself, and she knew it. It was. I was amazed at how many of those there were.And really—what could I say about it anyway? I couldn’t just open a conversation and say, “By the way, now that I’ve told you I love you, who are you?” Occam’s Razor demanded a simple explanation. Most I could think of meant she was on the run from someone who wanted to hurt her—witness protection program, cops, bad domestic situation, mob, you name it. I wasn’t about to blow her cover.Now it was Thursday morning. I wasn’t sure what I was going to.