It took only minutes to assemble a stack of sandwiches and arrange a mini-buffet on a wheeled cart. Sally Sue found the trio lazily caressing each other in her bed. Despite the huge gourmet meal she’d had earlier, she now found herself ravenously hungry and quickly ate two sandwiches. She thought: Sex does give one an appetite! An appetite for more sex. She could see future problems and set about solving them.
“What are we going to do about us?” she asked, munching a salami and cheese. “I mean, we’ve each got our hangups but it was pretty groovy tonight. We can’t just go flapping our wings and flying off in all directions.” Sally Sue took another bite and a sip of black coffee.
“Terry. . . Virgie . . . you’re both under age. I’ve got a career. Stan is sort of under a cloud. I don’t know how I could be thinking things like this out the way I was a week or two ago, but now that I have you three, I don’t want to let you go.”
“No sweat,” Stan Oakes said. “The family has a small ranch, only a hundred or so acres, up the valley. Nobody lives near it. Plenty of room for your damned zoo, and all the privacy in the world. The four of us could take it over.”
The suggestion was approved on the spot, with enthusiasm. Both Terry and Virgie had virtually full freedom of movement granted by their permissive parents. Terry seemed troubled however, and finally broke down as he turned to Sally Sue.
“I fucked you up — really,” he said. “Virgie too.”
“I don’t understand,” Sally Sue replied.
“We loaded your coffee with hot pants stuff. You were zonked out of your mind when you were in bed with us. I got to tell you that, even if it ruins the whole scene.”