"Never heard of it," I lied with a straight face."It's a liquor laced with pot," he explained. The Boyle Brothers explained it better."I'm going to ha...e to take your word for it chief deputy," I said to Simpson."It sounds pretty unlikely I know, but they lace the mash with pot stalks before it ferments. Then they just make white liquor like any other only they say it is a different kind of high." he explained."Like I said, I'll take your word for it," I said. I thought I did a pretty good job. It's not my fault."Anne's eyes narrowed to slits glowing with a blast furnace blue glare. Her knuckle whitened as her finger tensed on the trigger. Chuck's Adam's apple bobbed slowly up and down.The girl relaxed. "You mean you're on my side?"Chuck nodded eagerly. "Anything you say -- anything!" Prove it then." She jerked her head at the bound, nude librarian, with her face averted so that her nephew's limp prick lay across her cheek. "The skinny bitch doesn't want to cooperate. Get that. "Well let's just say I met her in a chat room." She gestured dismissively with her empty hand. "Anyhow there was a room called 'Younger Girls and Older women', naturally I was intrigued so I entered. I didn't really meet anyone interesting the first night, but after a couple more fruitless efforts I got chatting to a woman called Carol. Carol was interesting."She paused to take a good swish of the soothing drink, then noted her friend's impatience and giggled slightly, amused by her friends. “Yeah, I know.” I said proudly as I sat on my bed. “So you’re stuck in the 1960s, even though you’re not old enough to remember them.” He asked as he peeked in my private bathroom. “I was born in the wrong decade.” I replied. “Who told you that?” “It’s just how I feel.” “So what do you do for fun in here?” “I’m glad you asked.” I said with a sly smile. I went to my dresser drawer and took out a flesh tone dildo. “What the hell is that?” he asked incredulously. “You don’t know what this is?!”.