I said "heck yeah, we are here to have fun." She smiled and drank another drink.This routine continued for about 3 hours. There was alot of drinking, ...ancing, a musical chair game was played and some different games which was sexual in nature. It was just people having adult fun and relaxing together.My wife was pretty well loose and relaxed from the alcohol by then. She had kissed and been felted up by who knows how many men. They all wanted to check out the new lady at the party I guess. She. Jasmine and I worked on a name for the sex club. Jasmine finally stumbled onto “All Ways…Always” as a great name. She explained that it looked good and sounded good as well as expressing her sentiments exactly “All Ways…Always.” In her mind it meant letting boys fuck her in any hole and anytime that they want to. I was certainly in favor of that.I passed the word to every boy that I could about my sister’s sex club and that they could join for twenty dollars a week plus a fifty dollar. The Hatred was my mantra.I would have at least this one, small victory. This one, petty blow towards personal liberty.And there would be many, many more to come; so I hoped. She was responsible for all of it; this laboratory of horrors. The experiments on the cadavers, the imprisonment; the perverse form of inverted slavery that had slipped over the others that had accompanied me to this refuge of shame and pleasure. The vile machines, the preserved flesh surrounding me on cold worktables. "You talk to Mom yet?" I was going down to tell my now, why don't you put these clothes awaywhile I tell her."I gathered up the clothes and went to my room while Julie wentdownstairs. The clothes she gave me were nice. Skirts and blouses, somedresses, a coat, and a few of her shoes that fit.That night we took Julie back to the school, and after she was settledin, we drove home."Looks like it's just you and I Janet. I never expected all of theseschanges, especially so quick."I didn't know what.