We fell asleep in the living room both of us on the couch at opposite ends. I woke up hearing moaning sounds in the kitchen. I nudged at Carla to wake... her up, before she could say anything I put my finger to my mouth as a sign to ... SHHH. She heard the moans in the kitchen too. We tip toed over to the door way, not standing on the steps that lead up to the kitchen, and peaked in ... it was Peter moaning erotically. It seemed like he was getting a blow job from one of his girlfriends, we could. “It’s so weird ... that I’m so comfortable ... with you ... aaaaaannnndddddd ... Daniel,” Madison said in between kisses. By comfortable, Madison meant she was crushing on both of them.“Not that weird, Madison.” Brittney brushed Madison’s blue hair out of Madison’s face and admired her serene beauty. The movie in the background surged to some sort of first act climax, as the brain worms spread and the police chief realized the people he knew had been taken over by some unseen force. Brittney. You lied to momma. That cannot and will not go unpunished. Now, when you get done sniveling about your squashed sack of nuts, you need to stand up." I did and I felt her put a choker dog chain over my head and around my neck and without another word, she led me forward into the dining room. I was fairly certain I was standing at the head of the table when she said simply. "Strip."It wasn't planned, but it was starting to dawn on me that she was role playing. She was going to dominate me,. .. Police."The punk turned to run and Brian shot him in the ass. Polly jumped and screamed at the report of the weapon. The punk flew forward, hitting the ground on his stomach and screaming that he was shot and dying.Brian turned to Polly. "Stay there." he ordered.He went to the punk and stepped on the wrist of the hand that was still holding the knife. He knelt, putting his knee in the perp's back and the screaming intensified as the man complained that it hurt his back.Polly, meanwhile, had.