I turned to see Aimie and two of her cheerleader friends running pell-mell down the stairs. Upon closer inspection, I realized Mama was right;; those...11th grader girls were ‘cuties’.“Hi Joey,” a cutie called Debbie said. “Aimie said she dropped her baton down here. Do you know where it’s at? Oh, there it is on the floor.”Reaching down, little Debbie’s fingers touched wetness as she picked up the baton. Curious, she dipped a finger in it and tasted it with her tongue. “Joey,” she said. . The women went back into the house. I untied my feet and looked around to be sure no one was looking, then crawled over the seat and drove toward my apartment.My mind was reeling as I drove. I could not believe what had just happened to me. The worst of it was that I realized that I had on some level enjoyed the treatment and humiliation I had taken from my wife and her friend.The next day I called my wife and asked her if I could bring the signed contract over."I have plans tonight. I want be. Hell make you nice and pregnant like youve always wanted. You and these other sluts. Youll grow nice and magically powerful offspring for my husband in your wombs. Mphhhhhh! She kissed Hermione hard, the now independent thought brain dead witch kissing back hard before Luna pushed off her lips. Harry will enjoy your lips Mudblood. After Ive given you a thoroughly good brainwashing. Though Ill give you and these other sluts back just enough intelligence to keep anyone from noticing anything.. She was still working for Linda above the tattoo shop. Three times a week. She'd clean, do laundry and light yard work for her. She loved being outside. It was such a cute little garden, too. It was good to have a friend like her, too. She would get lonely though, being in a strange place especially when Rick was at work. He seemed to always be at work now and she was alone alot of the time. So she and Linda would have long chats about all kinds of things.That night Raven made a special dinner.