Both William and Oscar seemed uncomfortable. Both found themselves staring at the yard. Oscar said, “Maybe I ought to check up on Georgia.”“She�...�s gone to the pistol range with Momma Claire.”Settling into his chair, Oscar said, “She’ll enjoy that.”The conversation died. Both of them stared at the lawn with occasional glances at the other. They would have stayed that way all day except Lucy came out into the backyard. Pointing into the house, she asked, “What’s wrong with Rock?”“No idea,” William. When she pulled the high cut black bikini panties up her legs and over her pussy, she could feel dampness already beginning between her legs as she thought about fucking with Timothy. She hoped her eggs were as ready to make love as she was.Honey was lying there totally naked in front of her husband's best friend, Timothy, as he leaned over her, his hard erect cock jutting up from his sexy groin at an angle. She loved the way she could see his large, cum-filled balls dangling there below his. A strong tribe is made of strong people. Today, you are weak. Today, I reject you from the Mudheel tribe.”Had you not heard this speech every year, his words might be shocking to hear. Certainly, if an outsider were in attendance, the opening lines would seem unfairly harsh. But everyone here was Mudheel, by birth or by choice or by force, and many of them had been through this ceremony themselves. After an acceptable pause, the leader continues. “Tomorrow, perhaps, you will be strong.. If Mandy was in the mind state I was sure she was in, then clothes would only slow things down. There were three other doors in the hallway and no signs of anyone else in the house.The first door opened to a bathroom that was in desperate need of cleaning. I checked the shower anyway to make sure no one was hiding behind the curtain. Nothing. The next door led to another bedroom, though less furnished than the one Mom and Monique were in. Again, nothing.The last door was locked. The door knob.