I had honestly just hoped to slip past their door as quickly as possible, not knowing if they were asleep, awake ... or otherwise occupied. But as I g...ot closer, I noticed it slightly ajar, and could make out a hushed conversation interspersed with laughter. It was difficult, but from what I could hear, Dad was explaining how he had talked with me at length yesterday about their desire for Erika and me to produce a grandchild as soon as possible.“Yeah, Erika and I talked about it yesterday,. Don't these girls know we have feelings too.The night after that we were all in Mistress Shermane's place, forced to watch a World War II movie where the Allies beat Germany and our Mistresses laughed at us, calling us all 'losers' and that Persians invented everything.Then when the movie was over, the four of us (me including Sasha, Patrick and Albert) had to stand up naked, stroking each other's cock and our Mistresses would taunt us with hurtful questions:"Who is the superior Aryan?" asked. A lot.“What’s our next big adventure?” Ella asked as we broke camp. I was hitched and was checking the lights and making sure all the cubbies were locked.“Mammoth Cave,” I said. She hit me in the arm. I turned to see her scowling at me.“You haven’t even had a finger in it yet! Don’t you think it’s a little insulting to call it ‘Mammoth Cave’?” she asked. What?“Ella ... um ... Oh! I didn’t mean...” I stammered out. She started laughing.“Gotcha!”“Jiminy Cricket, Ella. You about gave me a heart. ‘It doesn’t mean Darcy and Shauna were guilty unless you believe that Jeff is telling the truth. Then you have to understand that someone is lying. You have to believe Jeff or Darcy and Shauna. The case seems much easier if you believe Jeff did it. All the evidence went that way. I guess it was easier for the jury to believe that it was Jeff, a pampered wimp kid. The one who got everything handed to him on a silver platter, he was lying. Or maybe it was easier believe two beautiful women who.