" Oh, I never smoked that stuff." Sure. Remember?" It's not really true. And don't tell Steven that story." Steven, Martha smoked this stuff one night... long time ago, at a party in a coffee house. She had no idea what this stuff was, and why she didn't is a mystery, because the guy sitting at the table sat there and rolled the thing right in front of us. You know, it was just a whole group there. Dropouts. Poets. Some people from Columbia." Ronnie removed her blouse and draped it across the. Now then, what was the question again? Oh, yes, fuck cunt, you’re going to do anything we ask and willingly aren’t you???No, I could never agree to that.? I replied.?Wrong answer!? Karen slashed the birch across my breasts leaving a line of fire. ?Now, let’s try again. Are you going to agree willingly???Please, I?? I tried through the sobs. Almost immediately the birch slashed down again.?Please, I? Karen mocked. ?What sort of answer is that. Now, we’re going to keep on trying until you get it. ” “Cut the crap. I clearly saw you looking at me through the door. Were you watching me get changed?”Nervous, Jake wondered how he should reply. He always prided himself on the way he went through life with honesty. “I guess I was checking you out a bit.” he sighed.Startled by her brother's candor she began to interrogate him.“So what is this, you some perv or something?” she exclaimed.“No no, its not like that, it's just… I haven't seen you naked since we took baths together, and now you look. ”Carla couldn’t help notice the slight menace in that last statement, but all she could think was how fucking fantastic it would be to work at a place like this. Now she was desperate for them to offer her the job.“I’m still waiting for an answer to my previous question.” said Michelle, impatiently “Do you like being put on display like this?”“Yes, I do.” Carla responded quickly. She was learning that Michelle didn’t stand for any nonsense.“Tell me honestly: how does it make you feel?” asked.