They'll look after you."And with that, my husband had left his nearly naked wife with two of his friends who were feeling up her naked legs and back. ...The guys gave me a shot which I instantly took. I felt better and more calm. Rodney's hand went higher up my legs to the hem of my skirt. I looked at him, then down at his hand on my leg and then back at him. He was staring back at me, smiling. I then felt a sensation on my other leg. I turned to look at Ken, who also slid his hand up my leg,. Now there was some momentary sobbing, then she moaned like some little girl crying. He frowned. She was supposed to be at the fuckin' grocery store! It was all his fault. He took the last few stairs to the second floor. He saw her door was open a crack. A small lamp must be on. Maybe from the dresser. He listened to her odd sobbing-moaning. "Hmmmm-huh-huh-uhhhhhh."He started towards his room down the hall away from hers. More sobbing. He stopped in front of his closed bedroom door. He knew it. "Okay, dish girl!" Cassie said before Mel could even say hi. "What'sgoing on? We've been laughing about it ever since we saw him and nowwe just had to stop by and find out? Where is he?" she asked, lookingin through her door."I sent him home to bed," Mel replied, laughing a bit herself. Thesetwo girls had never come out and told her, but Mel had long ago peggedthem as lesbians. They weren't close friends, but she did see and talkwith them occasionally. Mel stood back. "Come on. Chuck Taylor looked back from his seat next to the driver and grinned. He loved to see the flushed faces. They were so eager and sweet.Like children going to see Santa Claus. All edgy and excited.His little scheme had worked just great. Every pink dose he had spread around had left the tiniest of residue in the girls' heads. And every one of their countless orgasms had grafted the outline of an idea on their brains. It was the idea that this bliss could last forever. That they might always feel.