.." The sound of Jerome's ringing phone stopped Mikey midspeech. Jerome checked his caller ID. "Anastcia's mom! What the fuck?" "Anastacia? That tall,... fine ass chick that plays volleyball for UCON? The one you met in the club about three weeks ago?" "Yeah. Wife to be." Jerome grinned. "What the hell you doing with her mother's cell phone number, bro? More importantly, what her mother doing calling you at three forty five in the morning? Booty call?" "Shut up!" Jerome said, pressing the green. They noticed my still shocked expression and then the one that held the dildo, raised it in my direction, glistening with girl juice, and she gave me a very evil grin…I’m not ashamed to say, knowing how wild this one was, that I jumped up and ran for the bedroom locking myself in to the hilarious laughter of the others!Never had I experienced anything like this or knew of anyone that had – except in porno flicks!Over the next few months remaining of the snow skiing season, there were several. “What’s wrong?” I asked my frantic twin, as she barged into the apartment.“Close the door,” she told me, as she collapsed on to the sofa still looking frantic.“Calm down for a minute so you can talk sensibly,” I told her. She sat there breathing deeply for a short time.“Now, what’s wrong? Why are you so frantic?” I asked.“The family was attacked tonight, I got a call from dad a short time ago. He said they have nine bodies down in the garden,” she told me and looked ready to cry.“Are they all. She glanced at the top of Mrs. Wells' desk and noticed a paperback book half hidden by a stack of papers. Curious about what English teachers read in their spare time, she bent over to have a look at the book. The title was Prisoners of Lesbos, and on the cover, in big black letters, were the words: "For Sale to Adults Only". Unable to resist her curiosity, Karen picked up the book and examined it more closely. On the cover was a picture of two women standing arm in arm. The photo was taken.