Also partly in fear at what her future held. Her story was typical of the Terminal slave. She believed with her whole heart that someone else was at f...ult for her being there. She had merely gone along with her boyfriend the day he shot and killed the clerk at the gas station. Sure, she’d spent some of the $250 he obtained from the robbery, but she was high at the time so it wasn’t her fault and it wasn’t as if SHE’D pulled the trigger!Now she was a terminal slave because someone that didn’t. "The Wilsons and Lana all smiled, but then Ana said, "But how do we fix the current problem?" By being ourselves," Lana said smiling wickedly.Everybody looked at her curiously; everybody except Ron who gave Lana a 'looks like we're thinking the same thing' look."Everybody around here is related; fine, let's do a little family mixing." Ron said."We'll spread a little bait around this town," Lana said, "and if anyone bites, we have them all." How do you figure, Sis," Don asked curiously.Ron was. “No it wasn’t like that.” Magan said, looking embarrassed. “Don’t be a pervert.” Sandra said to the boy, then asked “What was it like?” The shy girl tried to explain how nice her night had been, as her friends distracted her with their hands. They slowly forced her legs apart, making her wiggle in her chair as their finger sought out her young pussy. It was a school regulation that underwear was not allowed, exactly so things like this could happen. Although they had not planned it, Billy and. The girls soon left, and Rachael broughtGrandpa in to his chair in the living room, chatting with him from thekitchen as she made dinner.After dinner that night Bobby was happy. He had gotten three chickenlegs. Rachael and Maria cleaned up together, joking about the days notso long ago when they used to have battles over whose turn it was towash up. Now it was a bonding time that they cherished.Then Geoff called a meeting of the bakery partners, and includedGrandma and Rachael to join them..