.well, I thought you wanted me to take this to my room.’‘Nah...no need. Why don’t you just lay here and look while I check out this other magazi...e.’Wow! My heart skipped a beat. My sister wanted to look at porn magazines together with me?I lay back down beside her, not entirely sure she was serious until she opened up the magazine she was holding and began to look through it. I could see enough of the pictures from my angle to be able to tell that the content included some major action with. Probably it’s Jehovah, in fact. Old bastard. Then I’ll be up till noon. Soon enough. But for now, I’m still konking out by 3. Not for long though, I have too little to keep me occupied. **** I’m a creative writing student. I’m the kooky chick. I don’t like my school, or this town. I came here to get away. At a sufficient distance my parents won’t bother to nose around. The electronic tether isn’t too tight: texting is an alien concept to mom, let alone the language of it. As for my father, to. I was surprised, and elated, when she replied "Yes".That day was spent shaking off the effects of the sleeping pills I took and jet lag. I was, to put it bluntly, a zombie. But I was ready for the next day.About a half hour before Zee was supposed to show up, I made my way to the lobby. I sat in one of the chairs idly reading something or the other on my ebook reader. But I couldn't concentrate.Then I saw her glide into the lobby. Zee was wearing a simple dress clung to her in all the right. She stuck the nozzles in our mouths. At first, I thought she meant us to drink the water. We were just supposed to clean them. I wondered who had used them previously and scrunched my nose in disgust.She pulled the nozzles out of our mouths and inspected them then stuck one in each of our buttholes. It didn’t hurt, but it didn’t feel pleasant either.I was about to ask if this was it when I felt the cold water hit my anus and begin to enter my body. Mom said that she would only do “Half” a bag.