For the next 20 minutes or so, I just watched her sleep and thought about my life. I was in love with my sister, but dating her best friend and lesbia... lover. My sister loved me and Ash, and was involved in a secret relationship with both of us. Damn, my life was confusing and complicated. But as I looked over at her, I knew I wouldn’t want it any other way. I kissed her softly on her forehead. She blinked her eyes slowly, waking up. She stretched the drowsiness out of her system and smiled. I will ask you questions, when you are not expecting them. You must answer correctly, every time. What is your name?”“Ummm, ah, Joy. Joy Kofi.”“Not good enough. You hesitated. How old are you?”“Fifteen.”“Better. Be right on the ball, every time, with these questions. Who am I?”“My John. Oh, you mean ... John Kofi, my second cousin.”“That’s the idea. The response should be automatic; you shouldn’t have to think. Practice it: Say it to yourself, and I will ask you at intervals.”“Where are we. "Annie strode up to them, her hard bare feet squelching through the blood on the ground. She looked sternly at the two barely conscious (barely alive) women."Next time you two perverts think of using me to gratify some pathetic kinky fantasy, maybe you'll think again! Do you think I'm stupid or something. DO YOU?? ANSWER ME UNLESS YOU WANT SOME MORE!!" No, Ma'am." said Francesca in a voice so faint as to be almost inaudible. "We were the stupid ones!"Frieda nodded her assent to this. She was. "QuicksandWe are walking through the forest and I see quicksand. The others don'tnotice. I coyly and quietly head towards it. I stick one of my threeinch polka-dotted heels into it. Hearing the pair's voices drift offinto the distance. I feel the mud ooze into the shoe and the feelingsends one of my favorite feelings, a shiver, through my body. I quicklystick my other shoe in. I start to struggle, on purpose, and go deeperand deeper. I'm now in the middle of the muddy puddle of quicksand andup.