Carole Baker walks out to greet her son."MOM!!!! YOU LOOK....INCREDIBLE!!!" YOU LIKE, BABY? YOU LIKE YOUR MOMMY IN HER NEW WHITE G-STRING AND FUCK ME ...EELS?"Carole turns around to make sure her teenage son gets a great view of his mother's ass and legs."Mom, come here. I wanna kiss you."The sexy mother doesn't have to be told twice. She climbs into bed, and in a second is on top of her son, kissing him. Swapping tongues the boy's hands are all over his mother's slick vanilla coated body."Mom!!. " Sandy saw Clegg's questioning eyebrow. "We have given her clothes but she ignores them. Anyway it's hardly like you to object! It's this way." Sandy gestured off to a side corridor and Clegg followed her.She led the way past a series of small sparsely furnished rooms, the nun's cells Clegg assumed.Clegg passed the door of another room where the sounds of blows and Sister Sarah's exhortations of "Repent!" were punctuated by garbled grunts.At the end of the corridor, Sandy unlocked a door and. " a beautiful negro woman in the classy black dress asked as she came in through the door and went to check her make up in the other mirror."Sorry?" Saffron asked as she looked as the woman flicked her frizzy hair."Too many amateurs," she said, "I'm Jade by the way." I'm sorry?" Saffron answered, "Saffron, I'm Saffron." So are you doing ok?" the negro asked."Sort of," Saffron agreed, "Not too bad." So how many?" Jade asked."What?" Saffron answered."Tricks, guys," Jade asked again."What?". "Jo, really, I don't mind. He studies with me. We even play music together."That got me the "Stoney. You and Key?" talk."Key's got Hutch. I LIKE Hutch. I'd never do anything but be a friend to Key for a million reasons, Johanna Elise." A Million?" Yeah, and nine hundred ninety-nine thousand, nine hundred of them are the love I have for every freckle on your pretty face."Squeal. "I don't have THAT many freckles." They multiply in my head. You know how I am about your freckles." You're just.