What a joke -- she knew Deanna's plumbing inside and out -- yet knew next to nothing about her own. That seemed to be changing rapidly, however."Trick...or treat!" Karen said from the doorway. Marilyn turned to see her sister standing there wearing a full nun's habit and robe."I knew we still had this old costume around." Why are you wearing it?" Marilyn asked, smiling despite herself."Because we're breaking taboos today. Here's another," Karen answered. Suddenly, she sank to her knees in front. The girls came and sit wit us. Jiji Sat wit Bevin on bed and I was in middle of merin and febi. Febi was in front of bevin.The girls was bored and asked us to play a game , to clear boredom. We said ok . So we started thinking of a game. Then febi told to play truth or dare. I was like oooo. It’s a sex game you don’t want to play . Then the girls forced us to play. We submitted.The red label was the spin bottle. Febi and I know the rules of game so we explained.Febi : the game us simple we spin. "Discreet, I mean, Mister Bumfelt?" I'm expensive," I replied. "That buys a high degree of discretion."She looked to me- those green eyes, lips as red as the pour on dress, auburn locks falling over a shoulder, taking my eyes to her low cut neckline."I want you to kill my husband," she said. "Can you do that for me, Mister Bumfelt?" Micky," I replied, pouring myself another shot of bourbon. "If we're talking murder, call me, Micky."She smiled, waved the private detective over, undid his belt,. She squealed and tried to run faster, but we hemmed her in. "What do you say guys?" said Tom again," I think we should give this young lady the shag of her life!" She wriggled and squealed as our hands went all over her. John pushed his hands up her top from behind and held her boobs; Tom and I tried to pull her shorts off, but she was clinging on to them while kicking out half-heartedly. Tom got hold of both her hands and held them back; I then yanked the shorts down to her knees. We carried.