Chapter 4

When Toby wound down a considerable time later, Amy wasn't impressed. "I don't think I like your little club," she announced. "It's full of persecution, exploitation, prostitution..."

"Tabitha's thing isn't a club function," Toby objected. "It comes from her mother!"

"It's white slavery!" Amy argued.

Toby sighed. "Guilty as charged -- but the results haven't really been all that bad..."

"Speaking as a volunteer member of the group -- and there are several -- the benefits outweigh the issues!" Teela declared.

"But you've already admitted that you're special," Amy retorted.

"Sally isn't -- and she's happy, too!" Teela insisted.

"There's nothing to say that Lon isn't just using her!" Amy retorted. "What about Trish? Or Sonya?"

"The jury is still out," Toby replied, "but..."

"You best friend's mother is pregnant -- by you..." Amy accused. "What are you going to do about that?"

"Whatever she wants," Toby replied, "but she HAS a boyfriend her age, now, who knows ALL ABOUT it!" Toby had been careful not to reveal that Coach was a group member.

"Yeah, that's convenient..." Amy shook her head. "This is a train wreck!"

"But it's working!" Toby protested.

"Yeah. Why?" The accusation was one Toby couldn't answer with Teela present -- not adequately, anyway -- and Amy knew it. "What about all of the adult women you have scattered all over the place?"

"They're getting attention -- and that's all most of them want," Toby replied.

"What about this Jiang Yi? Sonya's mother? It sounds like she's a problem all the time!" Amy accused.

Teela snorted. "Um, not lately -- unless you want to count the fact that she's crashing at my house every night. She's in love..."

Toby blinked. "What?"

"Poppa and Jiang Yi are, like totally domestic," Teela related. "It's like somebody said, 'Look at these two puzzle parts and tell me what it says...'"

Amy glared accusation at Toby -- but Toby was clearly surprised. "Really?"

"You should hear 'em. Poppa pretends to treat her like dirt, and she pretends not to know any better -- and they're fucking like bunnies. Jiang Yi screams even louder than I do when she cums!" Teela shook her head, grinning. "Sonya is just totally dazed by the whole thing."

Amy shook her head angrily. "Maybe this thing has had some success -- but it's almost as bad as MY first time!" She went on to relate the mechanics of her awful introduction to sex -- leaving out the psi powers piece. "How is this better?"

"We're not drugging anybody," Toby declared. "We're not lying to anybody, either. But we ARE kind of forcing girls who otherwise wouldn't be brave enough into hook-ups..."

"Using blackmail..." Amy insisted.

Teela waved it off. "It just jumpstarts them. Those girls were doing each other and dogs, because they couldn't get up the nerve to mix it with guys! I'm sorry, but Dirk is better than Toby? I don't THINK so!" She thought a minute. "You know what? We have our test case -- Miriam! Toby, what's going on with that?"

Toby rubbed his face. "I'm worried about it. I gave her to Randy and Alyssa. Alyssa was supposed to answer her questions and try to talk her out of joining. If that fails, Randy is supposed to see just how motivated she is..."

"How?" Amy arched an eyebrow.

"Sex, at least," Toby replied. "It was left up to them. After that, if she is STILL game, we employ Dirk -- or if Randy and Alyssa can come up with something else as good, that's okay, too."

"No wonder you're worried!" Amy delivered a significant look that added, 'since you're not there to mess with her head!'

Toby sighed. "Um, Teela, I think the damage has been done. If you want to bail, you can. Thanks for your help."

"Okay." Teela flicked a glance at Amy. "Let me know if we're all going to jail so I can dress up nice for the newspapers." She swayed out.

"I know what you're thinking," Toby started, then grimaced. "Well, not literally, but it's been written all over your face. No, I don't meddle in their heads and tell them they're having a great time and should be someone's sex slave for life. Usually, at an initiation, I just watch to make sure the guys don't go too far or in the wrong direction. If a girl doesn't need a certain kind of treatment, but does need another, I push things that way. Tabitha, for instance, was thrilled to death right off -- she didn't need coercion, it was 'What do you want me to do?' instead. Why harass her? Alyssa got the worst of it, I think -- and she had a really bad attitude. It's cured. I don't condition acceptance, I tune the approach..."

"And you're doling out sex to half the football team!" Amy rejoined. "You have the girls locked down, but you trust the boys?"

"Guys, um, tend to understand which side their bread is buttered on," Toby said defensively. "They aren't going to go complaining because somebody got them some sex..."

"But they might complain if someone STOPPED!"

"Yeah..." Toby rubbed his face. "Now that you're here, there's an obvious solution..."

"Oh, SURE! I'm going to go wading in this muck? Why should I?"

"To make sure it is what it should be," Toby replied. "I honestly don't think any of the guys is an out-and-out predator, like the guys who hurt you -- but I can't tell. You should go through all of them and see if we're screwing up -- and if we are, you and I can try to come up with a non-invasive solution..."

"Cute," Amy groused. "You KNOW I was going to do that, anyway."

Toby smiled crookedly. "Yes. Look, this thing got away from us. I'd like to make it secure and make sure no one gets hurt. It DOES WORK making couples and providing sex to people who want it. You can help; I'm sure you can also bring it all down and fix it so that half of us spend the next twenty years in little orange suits and the rest of our lives being persecuted, too -- and you can probably do it in such a way that I'd never be sure it didn't happen naturally. But is that really a super-duper solution? Would that make you better than me?"

Amy eyed him. "How do we explain the fact that I'm not fucking around?"

"Well, you're a volunteer. Different rules. Tela and Sally -- well, Teela, anyway -- are precedents."

"They have boyfriends. That's their reason for not being in the general pool," Amy pointed out. "I don't."

Toby pursed his lips. "It would make sense if..."

"Don't go all noble on me!" Amy interrupted, sensing his direction.

"Well? It fixes things. Besides, who is the one guy in the world you can't turn to mush directly?" Toby countered.

"Mmmm, yes -- and vice-versa..." Amy mused.

"Exactly. I think I'm up to dealing with a girl whose mind I can't read -- the training wheels can probably come off," Toby grinned.

"Well... No sex. I'm not up for that, yet. I guess we'll have to act like..." Amy mused.

Toby shrugged. "From my end, it isn't exactly difficult. You..." He waved up and down, pointing at her with his hand.

Amy arched an eyebrow. "I'm glad you approve."

Toby grimaced. "Maybe I should go get those training wheels."

Amy sighed. "I'm being a total bitch, aren't I?"

"From what I read in the operator's manual, I need to eat a candy bar or something so I don't have to answer that," Toby grinned crookedly.

Amy grinned ruefully. "You might make it to the end of the block if someone kind of chases you and shoves you back to the vertical every once in a while." The reality here was that Toby wasn't exactly unappealing, either -- even if you discounted that thing in his pants. And sooner or later, Amy was going to have to climb back up on that horse, too. After all, the sex had been marvelous -- it was just the duplicity and callous exploitation that went with it that was so bad. Amy realized that when she DID have sex again, SHE might need 'training wheels' in the form of a male whom she could read and whose motives were pure.

Toby was studying the floor. "Actually, I've been... abstaining a lot more than I thought I would. It generally doesn't seem quite fair. When I DO have sex, I tend to... merge... with the girl... It's nice for everyone. But I can just be there when others have sex and feel how it's going for the girl. That's one reason I have a tough time believing we're hurting anybody; aside from maybe Trish, nobody has gotten that excited about sexual abuse."

"I think it is because you have set expectations," Amy replied. "They expect that they're going to have sex with whoever you point a finger at, so it's business as usual, more or less, once they get used to the level of coercion."

"Okay..." Toby agreed. "But wouldn't that be the problem you had? Those guys set expectations that they never intended to meet. If they had approached you and said, 'Why don't you come to so and so's party and I'll hook you up with this guy and you've got, like, fifteen minutes to show him something that will make him want you -- no promises, but if you strike out you can try someone else. Oh, and, by the way, sex is probably one way to go...' wouldn't it have been all cool? If you actually showed up, wouldn't it have been par for the course? Then if he climbed up off of you and said, 'Sorry, not interested,' would it have been so much of a blow?"

"That's not what's happening here!" ranted Amy, "And it's not what happened there!"

"In most cases," Toby argued, "it's something close. It's sex -- as anonymous as we can make it -- for the guys and the girls. We get ours -- but look around and see how many couples THAT has generated. The girls practice sex until they get good at it with guys who were trained by older women and know what they're doing, then they have sex with other guys -- and if they make an impression, they're free to capitalize on it. In the meantime, they're not embarrassing themselves by having to sleep around in public. There is no censure -- no 'You're a slut and I'm not' -- everybody has been there and done that."

"You make it sound so simple!" Amy jeered. "What he DID think was, 'Another cherry picked! Next!' And he yelled for the next guy to come in and use me for a cum bucket..." Amy covered her face and her shoulders shook.

Toby closed in awkwardly and put his arms around her. "Right. He lied. He led you to believe that you had a shot with him, when the reality was that he was looking to use you. But girls make the decision to go out on that limb all the time in the back of parked cars and stuff -- and while sometimes they're being misled, sometimes they do it with their eyes wide open -- and if they lose, it wasn't because they were cheated, it was just because the dice didn't fall their way. What happened to you was close to rape -- if not the real deal. But if you had gone up to that room knowing you were going to have sex and knowing that you only had a ten percent chance of beating out the competition, it would have been something else, wouldn't it?"

"Shut up!" Amy whined. "Quit being so goddamned reasonable and just hold me!"

"I can do that," Toby murmured. Holding Amy was VERY pleasant, even if she WAS crying all over him.

Eventually, she settled down. "You know, I haven't really been able to share that properly with anyone..."

"It probably would have been a great way to get a psych evaluation," Toby replied softly. "That's another thing we have in common."

"You're just full of convincing arguments why we should be a couple aren't you?" Amy said, stepping back a bit. Her tone wasn't confrontational -- merely teasing.

Toby shrugged and grinned. "That's just me being logical and reasonable..."

That got him a swat, leading him to wonder -- as all males do -- where girls got the right to do that. Amy moved on, "Since you're so sure everything you're doing is right and fair, is there a way to check on your test case?"

"I'll call." Toby dialed the communal Hayes cell phone.

Alyssa answered. "Hi, Toby."

Toby put his phone on speaker. "What happened? How's it going?"

"You would NOT believe it!" Alyssa all but erupted. "I tried, Toby! I told her about being whipped and stuff -- told her she was gonna get used and abused. It didn't faze her, so I got Big Bro to take us there where you are to show her the dungeon. We even put her in that pillory thing! She seemed to get off on it, so Big Bro hooked her up with ALL KINDS of bondage stuff and we showed her the tables and the booths and the hooks -- everything! She acted like we'd taken her to Disneyland or something!"

"Does that make sense?" Amy asked.

"You know, you never know. The reason we have the stuff we have is because Ma LOVES that stuff!" Toby replied, shrugging. "Maybe Miriam does, too."

"Maybe you scrambled her brain before you handed her off!" Amy accused.

"If I had, I wouldn't be so worried, would I?" Toby retorted. "So what are they doing now?" he asked Alyssa.

"Fucking. Doggie-style. I'm glad Momma is at work -- Miriam is LOUD!"

"Did Randy do anything else, or did he just fuck her?" Toby asked.

"We've been doing crazy shit for an hour," Alyssa replied. "Miriam is wearing Dirk's spare collar and a leash..."

Their arrival home introduced an immediate complication -- Brie. Nobody had thought of it. Brie, being Brie, wanted to know all about the whole thing, too. Alyssa had to drag her off very quickly for the condensed briefing while Randy maintained Miriam in place. Distraction and an urgent need to maintain control of his charge while distracted by Brie led Randy to close up on Miriam and clamp a hand on her throat; Miriam froze in place, then slowly raised one hand -- not to tear at Randy's fingers, but to trace them. When Randy realized what was going on, he made to let up -- not that he was choking Miriam -- but she chased his hand with her neck, pressing it against his palm. Randy, nonplussed, clamped back down, thinking, "This is one strange bitch..."

Miriam couldn't explain the thrill she felt, being restrained like that by a powerful hand and arm -- but she was. When the hand let up, she didn't think about it -- she wanted its containment. Whoever the guy was, he obliged her by clamping back down, so she stood there, her heart thudding in her chest, feeling his side against her back and his hip against her ass and his taut arm wrapped around her right side, his forearm against her right breast and his hand clutching her throat. They stood like that for a couple of minutes while the voice of the girl who had been directing her and the voice of an obviously younger girl went back and forth, probably two rooms over. They were too quiet to understand -- which was no doubt the point. Several minutes later -- the guy was obviously becoming impatient -- they both came back and the older girl said simply, "She wants to play."

Body language declared the guy's irritation. He stepped away, but maintained his grip on Miriam's neck and pulled downward. Miriam went to her knees -- not because he dragged her there, merely in response to his guidance. There was a LOT of vehement hand-waving, then he let go of Miriam. The older girl said, "Lie down on your back." Miriam stretched out on the carpet. "Sit on her," the older girl directed, and the younger one sat on Miriam's stomach -- none too gently -- giggling. "Yell if she gets up," the older girl cautioned, and then left.

The guy and the older girl were more careful and quieter -- Miriam could barely make out even the barest sound of their voices as they discussed her fate. They were gone longer than the girls had been; Miriam had the younger girl bouncing on her stomach and giggling for distractions. They had both hands interlaced and the young one was leaning here and there while they pressed back and forth on each other, playing, when the older pair returned. "Okay, you can get up," the older girl directed, and Miriam did so. "We're going to play 'Simon Says'," the older girl announced -- and they did, the younger girl providing the directions, for a good twenty minutes. Mistakes were punishable by a very hard swat on the ass from the guy's big hand -- a big surprise the first time, when the younger girl's giggle and announcement of "You screwed up! Hold still!" came so quickly before the stinging slap on her ass that Miriam had no time to prepare.

By the end of twenty minutes, Miriam judged that she had hopped, skipped, crawled, rolled and kangaroo-hopped through several rooms and she was naked, having been instructed to remove all of her clothing at one point or another along the way. She was on her knees on linoleum when the older girl announced the change to the next event by instructing her, "Hold still."

Miriam held still while a dog collar and leash were attached around her neck, then responded to tugs by crawling forward -- and out a door! For ten minutes, she was led around on all fours, naked, outdoors, through grass and along brick walks that she HOPED were in the BACK yard, and not the FRONT! Part of the time, the younger girl rode her like a pony; the rest of the time, she was just led here and there, heeling to her master like a dog. At one point they stopped and the older girl asked, "Can you pee?"

Shocked, she managed to gasp out, "Not right now, I don't think -- Sorry!"

"Be sure you don't ask for a while," the girl had replied brusquely.

Then they went inside and her new master (for want of a better description) began teaching her tricks, using whichever one of the girls he felt like for an interpreter. Miriam learned that if he made a clapping pattern on his chest that sounded like a horse galloping, she was to go to him as quickly as blind blundering allowed. A simple single snap of his fingers meant, 'kneel' -- and two snaps? "Suck his cock," the older girl directed in explanation the first time it occurred. Another single snap stopped her and returned her to her kneeling position. "Put it away first," she was told in critique. That wasn't easy -- it was HUGE! A circle drawn on the top of her head meant 'turn around,' and running his finger along her spine from her neck to her hips meant 'go to all fours.' They practiced this for several minutes, the girl telling Miriam, "It looks like you're gonna be a club slut. You'd better remember these commands, because if you get past this and past your initiation, they could come at any time -- anywhere! Do you understand?" And Miriam, her voice choked with emotion, had verified that she did understand, her imagination presenting her with the most amazing public settings for the incredible humiliation of kneeling before this unknown male and sucking his cock...

Alyssa had just shaken her head; the more they fucked with Miriam, the more excited she seemed to get!

Randy led Miriam to his bedroom by the leash, and up onto the bed, then snapped his fingers. Miriam knelt. He ran his finger down her back and she went back to all fours. He removed his clothes; she waited patiently, blind. Then he knelt up behind her and rubbed his cock along her gash. And, last, but not least, he started tugging the leash.

Miriam reached between her legs, adjusted his cock at her opening, and backed onto it. Simple.

It really was -- Miriam had been ready for hours. Yes, it was her first time, but she'd played with vibrators and dildos and hairbrush handles and God knew what - all she'd never had was a dick. And now she had one, and there was NOTHING like the real thing! Nothing at all...

After that, it was all about fucking. Randy put his hands on her hips (one hand holding her leash) and fucked. And fucked and fucked and fucked...

"They've been at it for, I dunno, fifteen minutes? Twenty?" Alyssa complained. "All she says is 'Ogod'..." She held up the phone and Miriam obliged her by panting, "Ogod, ogod, ogod, ogod, ogod, ogod, OH, GAAAAWD!!" Randy reached up and grabbed her neck to keep her from falling forward on him, and kept stroking; Miriam settled on her haunches for a few seconds, then started moaning "Ogod" again.

Amy shook her head. "Unbelievable. You did something."

Toby raised his hands. "Swear to God." Into the phone, he said, "Can you guys come here? We can video better, probably. Then you can take Dirk back with you."

"Okay," Alyssa agreed. "I think he's about to finish."

"We'll be waiting," Toby told her. In the background, Miriam wailed, "OGAAAAWD!" and was suddenly cut off as the connection went dead.

Alyssa was right; Randy had his fingers laced around Miriam's neck to keep her from going anywhere and was pounding her like a jack hammer, getting those last few crucial strokes in before his balls let go. That took no time at all, so he went to a slower ram and pulse, ram and pulse pattern while his balls emptied. This was a fine piece...

Miriam was ecstatic. She'd confronted Toby in the hopes that whatever it was, the initiation led to the promise of one or more future fucks -- quality time with a real, live guy -- maybe not then, but sometime in the future. But it had been so much more than that; the fear, the excitement, the challenge to her courage of literally blind obedience, placing herself, constrained, in the hands of another had taken her breath away, even BEFORE the incredible sex! And the sex itself had been amazing! Miriam had been masturbating with phallic devices since she was twelve; she was one of those less-often-seen women who got more pleasure from her vagina itself than clitoral stimulation -- or, at least, had a much richer experience that way. Her master's big, thick cock satisfied in ways that no toy had ever approached! When he flooded her insides with his juice, it was more than an orgasm -- it was a culmination. Her daring in risking it all had been repaid a hundredfold!

Randy rubbed her flanks, luxuriating in the feel of her hot pussy. This one... This one had put up with more shit than any dozen girls he'd ever seen -- and NEVER ONCE had she uttered the words, "But, Randy..." She never objected, never complained -- she just rose to the occasion. They'd only walked her around the back yard, but Randy was sure SHE didn't KNOW that -- she COULD have been on the front sidewalk, naked, on her hands and knees, being led around on a leash! Hell, what she DID was gutsy enough! Obviously, she got a kick out of being challenged like this...

Brie, who had watched the entire sexual episode, was sitting in the corner, masturbating. Alyssa eyed her, then sidled up to Randy and whispered in his ear. Randy nodded and whispered back; there was a complication to the idea, but what was the worst that could happen?

Randy backed out of Miriam and went to get the video camera while Alyssa directed Miriam, "Roll over on your back." Miriam did as she was told. "This next piece is part of your initiation. You've been real good, so the boss man believes that you can do this, too -- which is a stretch for me, but you've been pretty good. We're gonna be taking pictures and video of this, so don't be surprised, okay?"

"Okay," Miriam nodded.

Alyssa turned to Brie. "Sit on her face -- she's gonna lick you out."

"Yippee!" Brie hopped up and straddled Miriam's head.

"We have to take off the mask for the video," Alyssa related. "The Boss Man does NOT want you to open your eyes -- even a crack! I don't see you doing this right, but he has faith in you; when you're done, he expects you to STILL be unable to tell anyone who we are! Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Will you do it?"

"I promise."

Randy nodded his approval; Alyssa circled the bed to a point where she could remove the blindfold. "Let's get started," she directed, whipping it away. Brie settled on Miriam's face, and Miriam started licking, holding Brie's little buns in her hands to help position her properly.

They videoed three orgasms -- close-up, back to get a full view -- every angle they could think of. As far as they could tell, Miriam never opened her eyes -- and even if she had, she'd have probably been blinded, usually, by the camera's lights.

But Miriam had been true to her promise and never looked -- not even once.

When they were done, they hauled a sated Brie off Miriam's face and told Miriam to roll over and Alyssa replaced the blindfold. "This MIGHT be enough for your initiation," Alyssa related. "You know the girl you just gave a tongue ride is only twelve, right? Oh, well. You wouldn't -- but she is. I figure it's illegal -- don't you?"

"Probably," Miriam croaked. Her tongue was cramped, a bit.

"Have you ever eaten a chick out?" Alyssa asked.

"No."

In the background, Randy shook his head in amazement. Why couldn't ALL chicks be like this one?

Ten minutes later, they were dressed and on their way. Miriam was in the back of the van, fully dressed, but still blindfolded -- and still wearing a collar and leash. She sat silent, hugging herself.

"How are you doing?" Alyssa asked.

"I'm... great!" Miriam replied, displaying real enthusiasm. "How are things as far as you're concerned?"

"I really don't see where you could have done any better," Alyssa replied. "I think you've made an impression."

"Good." Marian dimpled -- and Alyssa went back to shaking her head.

A few minutes later, they were back at Carpenter's. "Okay, we're at the dungeon," Alyssa related. "Watch your step." Randy had gone ahead to talk to Toby -- and Amy, he discovered. Alyssa stuck Miriam in Booth Three -- and didn't worry about her messing with the blindfold, given Miriam's track record.

"Alyssa said she surprised you guys," Toby said quietly.

"Surprised doesn't cut it," Randy replied. "She did a LOT more than that! Here, we got this..." He handed over the camera. "Dunno if it's enough -- but it's something..."

Toby extracted the footage of Miriam eating Brie and the three of them viewed it. "This is really good," Toby opined, "but I'm not sure it's good enough. It might be a grey area -- and Miriam seems to be pretty brave. Since we have Dirk..."

"Yeah." Randy nodded. "No sweat. She still hasn't seen me or Alyssa -- and she hasn't heard me. We took a risk with the blindfold for the video, but she's been... well, perfect! I don't think she looked."

Toby nodded. "Okay, have Alyssa bring her in here, then get out of sight. I'll get Dirk." He headed off.

Alyssa brought Miriam in, still blindfolded and leashed. After a whispered consultation, Randy circled around in front of Miriam and ran the back of his hand from her neck to her waist. "New command," Alyssa told Miriam. "Take off all your clothes." Miriam got started without comment while Randy arranged a mat atop the pool table. "Climb up," Alyssa directed, and Miriam did so; before she was settled, Randy snapped his fingers and she knelt up obediently.

What happened next surprised everyone present. Randy hopped up on the table and brushed stray hairs back from Miriam's forehead, then caressed her face and neck before fondling her breasts and sucking each nipple briefly in turn. Finally, he leaned around and traced his hand down her back -- and Miriam, obedient, went to all fours. He got off the table and reached in to spread her stance a bit and rubbed her ass, then walked off, heading up the inside stairs.

Alyssa stepped up beside Miriam and whispered, "You can do this -- I did. You're kickin' ass, here!" and followed her brother out.

When they were gone, Amy removed the blindfold. "We're hearing that you get an A plus on your report card, Miriam," Amy related. "Congratulations! Are you ready for the last act?"

Miriam looked a little shaky, eyeing Dirk, but she swallowed and said, "I've been a bitch all afternoon..."

"You've been impressive," Toby agreed, "But we're just not sure that what we have is quite enough. Dirk here is... insurance... and while you've broken new ground in other areas, you won't even be the first today with Dirk. Does that make you feel better?"

"Yes, some," Miriam nodded. "I'm ready."

Getting Dirk up on the table proved to be a trial -- and keeping him there, another. But they got some fine footage of him licking Miriam's crotch, with a sweep to get her face, and some good shots of him mounting her -- three different times, basically without success. Then he hit a hole -- and Miriam shrieked while he drove the point of his ugly pink cock into her ass -- but she held still long enough to get the penetration shot. Dirk backed off after a few seconds, anyway -- but he was more interested after that; a minute or so later, he slammed home in Miriam's pussy and hunched his way through a good twenty seconds of some serious dog fucking before withdrawing, dribbling semen, and jumping down off the table. "That's PLENTY," Toby declared. "Miriam, there is a bathroom down the hall. Go get dressed and cleaned up -- you're a graduate!"

"Th-thanks!" Miriam said shakily. Collecting her clothing, she staggered off.

"What was she thinking?" Amy asked quietly.

"She understood why some women might WANT to fuck a dog," Toby related. "Dirk is good sized -- and pretty aggressive about it, once he's planted. With training..." he shrugged.

"I guess..." Amy shook her head. Dirk hadn't impressed her.

"I'm thinking I'll leave her to you," Toby replied. "You can ask her questions and stuff without me around. I REALLY don't know how I'm going to prove I didn't mess with her at all, but..." he shrugged.

"Okay, but I want to talk to the guy for a minute," Amy replied. "What's his name?"

"Randy Hayes. Rain Man. Alyssa is his sister. The young girl in the video is her other sister, Brie."

"That's the one who loves to suck?"

"Yeah." Toby went off to get Randy. "Amy wants to ask you some questions about Miriam."

"Why?" Randy asked. "Isn't she just a slut?"

Toby shrugged. "I think she's just trying to figure out why Miriam seemed to take to what you guys did."

"Yeah, well..."

"Do it as a favor to me, okay? I'm handling her..."

"Okay."