"Jean gaped at her. She had given herself away... openly admitted to drugging them... the very reason Ken was in prison and she there in her horrible ...situation at that very moment... yet there was absolutely nothing she could do about it... nothing, only give herself to the vile whims of this lust-filled woman if she wanted to help her imprisoned husband... !"Well, speak up, damn it!" Maggie rasped impatiently. "Drink, pot... what?" Oh God..." Jean whimpered in confusion. She was no drinker,. "Now that's a great workout!"Casually, she made her way to the shower that had been built on the farend of the large room, her breasts sagging slightly, swaying with herwalk. There was only relaxation in her mind as she stepped under it, hernear-perfect athletic form enjoying the many streams of water splashingagainst her skin. Gently she rubbed herself clean of her own fluids. Hermotions were in sync, she was a complete person. That was, until herright arm removed itself from her breast, and. What're you doing coming back here? What're you doing-- spying on me?" I wasn't spying," Debby said. "I just got here. I was gonna knock."The woman eyed Debby suspiciously, which reminded Debby of the looks her mother gave her."Well, whatever," the woman said. "We don't want any cookies today or tomorrow or ever, so get packing."As Debby made her way down the steps, the woman called after her. "You'd better watch yourself, young lady, dressed like that out here in the middle of nowhere. There's. But most of all, now I have to constantly be on stiffy alert! If we are all in the main room watching T.V. and I notice I can see a little way up Doe’s skirt … boing! Then I can't get up from the chair for half an hour! Or the other day, I was helping her put the washing up on the clothesline and I saw that every time she raised her arms to peg the clothing her short shirt would ride up and I could see the “ T “ of her g-string poking above her shorts ... boing! I had to hold the washing basket.