"Brenda fumed as Darla said, "I wish to be excused. I'm no longer hungry, and I'm feeling ill. Sick to my stomach, actually."She scooted her chair bac... and Judy angrily said, "Sit... down! [Darla sat down] You are lucky you are not down there with them, you little bitch! [Darla's ashen tone took on a deep red hue] Yes, I said, bitch. You don't mate with animals that I'm aware of, but you are still a bitch. If I don't see a change in your attitude, you will join the other bitches, or join the. I did know that a couple of the bastard children in the village had mothers who worked at the whorehouse but while one was big and the other small, they were both brutally mean and no one teased them for it; instead the local kids went after easier game like me."When I got to the whorehouse, they wouldn't let me in, they wouldn't talk to me, and a couple of times they beat me up to get me to move along. So I stood outside the whorehouse looking dejected and freezing my ass off because I had no. I told them I'd seen the other with some boy. A straight girl in a lesbian home has power beyond imagination, but the power of a secret lesbian in a lesbian home is unfathomable. I had the power to dissent the ranks, to question the sexual order of things.I took Alex to lunch. I rekindled our friendship. I became the straight friend she needed in the face of distrust at home. I was the voice of reason and the face of madness. I drove them to fight, to break up, to make love, and to sleep. But. The first few days back couldn't have beenbetter as far as she and I were concerned. Tits however began to get on ournerves fast. You'd think that after what was done to her at the cabin Sharon would havebeen satisfied for a while, but not mom. She started to whine that I wasn'tgiving her any attention, once she dragged her beaten, bruised and burned bodyfrom the bed we'd dumped her on when we got back. She picked a real bad time tostart in; I had just begun to feed my stiff cock into that.