She was in the way. There’s nothing like a girl keg-standing in a mini-skirt to keep you from getting a refill. I was annoyed, she was half-gone an... beer-goggled. But once she’d been set right-side-up again, she smiled at me. She noticed my disenchanted expression, grabbed my cup and filled it for me. We began talking. ‘How are you?’ ‘I’m fine now.’ ‘Where are you from?’ She kept sending me for refills. It was about an hour before dawn when she whispered in my ear and we stumbled through the. While Bob talked with Judy on the telephone he got a feel for what was happening, and what they were all doing. He was hoping to get a first hand view of things, and asked if it was ok to shoot down the next day to sit in on that weekend's session. Judy wasn't sure there was one scheduled, but figured there would be as they played for hours just about every week. She also said she'd rather them make noise in the garage than have to fight off boys their age. None of the girls were all that. I didn’t know what that meant.On the last day, I was nude packing my clothes in an overly stuffed suitcase and there was a knock at the door. When I opened it Cram was standing there in tightly well packaged Speedo. I smiled and opened the screen door. Smiling back he said, “Hey, Lil’ Darlin. Got a minute?” Cram, I thought you left this morning. What happened?” With a slight twinkle in his eyes he answered, “I couldn’t leave without giving you a proper Texas good bye. I thought I may never see. The drug was taking it’s full effect on Fran. Her system was hot, her vision blurred, any contact with her skin sent waves over her body, her mind while still in control was being overpowered by her sexual desires. Jane went on to explain that the women’s club was an organization of women that sought to satisfy their perverse desires. Women advanced in the hierarchy by recruiting new members. Before a new member was admitted they were required to consent to an ordeal called “being in service.”.