No one notices the green leafy vines as they spring out of vents and cracks, from beneath doors and out of receptacles. No one especially sees them co...ering the windows, doors or other exits.Eventually when the moon is cresting at its highest point, Jackie takes the podium at the back end of the company’s auditorium and takes the microphone. “Can I have everyone’s attention,” she says. “My research partner is still busy but she has given me her blessing to reveal our newest project. We can her. “I ain’t…I’m NOT a whore!” Claire reprimanded. “I’m determined to see my work here as just a temporary lifestyle change which will make my future life better.”“But you surely know that you will have to perform the duties of a whore, such as doing perverted acts with men who are young, old, fat, ugly, dirty, and unfit for your company?” I retorted.“Yes Sir, I do,” the girl answered matter of factly. Claire was a doll and dolls demanded high price at The Castle. My job was to exam her for. Voices? ... no ... I opened the door and peeked in.Well, now I knew where my sister was.It was fascinating. I saw three people I have known all my life, but I saw them in a way I had never seen them before, nor even dreamed of them before. Aunt Beth was on her back in the middle of the bed. She was naked. Her legs were spread and her knees were up beside her breasts as she held on to them, holding them tight. My sister was on the bed too, and she was naked too. She was on all fours, and her. A state of deshabille.. They had missed the official firework demonstration.. But back to now.. The rose is measuring her skin, dark against her thighs, breasts and tummy, pale against her nipples, mouth and inner lips.. Almost as if by accident, his mouth starts to follow the rose head, one beat behind.. Deep kisses on her neck, under breast, upper thigh then back to her mouth. The temper changes and the kisses replace the conversation. The rose seems to linger around her sex and before.