Impure and unholy thoughts." You do? Tell me about them." I will in a minute. Guess what ... I brought something with me. I thought that instead of go...ng out for ice cream, we could have some here. Maybe it will help you with ... my lesson." She reached into the bag, and pulled out a box of ice cream, vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry. "Oh, fudge!" she screamed in apparent despair. "The ice cream's started to melt! What to do now?" It's not the end of the world," I said with an. It reacts very quickly in the blood stream but cleans out of the body very, very slowly. It will keep you essentually drunk until at least Monday morning. And the hangover! Whew! Well, you'll learn about that." I leaned forward again just so I could watch him struggle to reach me. "The other thing coursing through your bloodstream right now is a, well, you know about those little blue pills?" I reached over and stroked him again. He moaned and twitched. "This is sort of its deformed brother. It. No, the plan had always been to target nubile young girls. The intent was always to create a population of sex slaves to sate the lustsand passions of the predominantly lecherous old men that always found themselvesin power. This was a slap in the face of the public, that they could literallyeat their daughters and wives, with no repercussions and in most cases, thepublic's willing aid, in doing so. The Marquis recognized that he had an endless supply of sex slaves available.In addition, there. Ah..I'll be right there" I said frantically as Ilooked around at my brother. I quickly got out of bed and walked to the door. I opened it just abit, with my waist just out of site. It was my father, standing there inhis boxers looking as hot as he always does. A man of just 39, still sandyblond hair, works out regularly and plays tennis every weekend. So as forfat, not on his tone body. His chest was smooth and his nipples protrudingjust a bid on the hard side. I lowered my look, not out.