And remember to wear your new outfit. Be prepared to work if your interview goes well. She might need you to start working right away. ~Miss Cara ----...- Ugh. I'm nervous already. I hate being nervous like this. She googles the address. Huh, it's in a residential area. Am I not going to an office? This is going to be an interesting day... Stacy checks the time. It's 9:00am. At least I don't have to rush. ~~~ Stacy runs wildly through the network of forest paths near her house. Jogging got Stacy. I never felt more powerful."Not that I know of."Then she said something I never thought she would."I'm willing to sleep with both of you. Together, separately, whatever you want, Dean."Anita was pretty--not prettier than Camille, of course. It was an offer most men wouldn't refuse. But I didn't think twice."Sorry, Anita." I had Camille. I loved her, and I didn't need anybody else. "Why don't you ask her?" Fuck you. Fuck you, Dean." She practically spelled the words the second time.I saw Camille. Still that didnt prevent me feeling horny. During the next day we spent it at the pool, flirting and kissing at the poolside like a normal couple. It was heading into the evening, Mark had decided to head into the shower and I was left alone and being alone I got a little horny and decided a little surprise.I waited till I heard the water running and stripped on the other side of the door before heading in. I could see Mark showering. I opened the door and he got a bit of a shock but the sight. We were not much better, pretty constantly drunk and stoned and fucking around. I spent much of my time elsewhere. My Cherokee friends Jim and Tahoe ran a commune in a large third-floor apartment at the corner of Haight and Ashbury. They called it The Madhouse. (They later relocated to a coastal rural setting and called that place The Funny Farm.) Ex-Madhouse residents sliding to lower social rungs usually ended up in the Shithouse, before moving on to worse fates. Dick The Prick slid from the.