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Their faces glowed in the amber fire light as they watched us approach. Quiet, intensely curious expressions that were so inviting at the same time. This was the right place for me, I knew almost immediately. No designer fashions, no perfect makeup, just the kind of people that I grew up with. They were a sight for sore eyes.

"Hi!" I beamed with a smile stretching across my face.

"Welcome." A voice said. The voice of John, the one they called "Junior".

Jenny introduced me. "Hi everyone, this is my friend Sarah."

Suddenly you could here mumbling and hushed whispers. "Isn't she the one... Is that *her*?... I think it is." I could feel the smile leaving my face when I realized that they too were probably going to hate me. Just like the rest of school did. As I turned away to leave I felt Jenny grab my hand.

"Hey, don't go. It's O.K." She addressed the group again. "Sarah, this is Janet... Bill..." Each hand raised as if attendance was being taken. "Junior... Doug... and Susan."

An opening was made for Jenny and I in the tight circle. Nobody wanted to be the first to talk. Perhaps they didn't know quite what to say.

Doug stared into the crackling fire, poking at it with a stick. "Some of us think you did the right thing yesterday."

The other heads nodded in agreement. Jenny was uncomfortable with the topic, it was obvious. I was too.

The silence was as thick as the smoke that filled the air around us. Bill spoke up. "Someone had to do it." More nodding. Another voice said that it was long overdue. I was really nervous for Jennifer, who seemed to be pretending to ignore the conversation. She must have been torn between her love for Tom, if you could call it, and her friends.

It was my turn to speak. "So... how *bout* those Niner's!" The whole group rolled back in laughter, attracting looks from a couple passing by. Overhead, a jet was slowly drowned out by the sound of the rolling ocean waves, calling attention to them. Then it was quiet again.

Junior looked around nervously, like he was hiding something. Whatever it was, it was passed over to Jenny before I could see it. She was bent over in his direction making what sounded like a hissing noise accompanied by a strange smell. Sort of like the wood smoke, only more pungent.

Jenny passed it over to me, holding her breath as she spoke. "Ear... ave... a hit."

"Huh, what?" I asked, not exactly sure whether it was what I thought it was. Which would be more embarrassing? I wondered. If I was wrong or if I didn't even know!

Meanwhile, Jenny kept motioning with her head for me to do something while the background filled with chuckles and giggles.

Janet asked where I was from.

"Nebraska?" Laughed Bill. "Why... doesn't the stuff grow *wild* out there?! Who is she trying to fool?"

Janet snapped back, reaching in front of me to take it from Jenny. "You're the fool! You can't smoke that stuff! Rope is about all it's good for."

Junior had to set the record straight about all the various uses of the hemp plant, a subject that seemed to bore just about everyone.

Janet sucked on it, exhaled, then presented it to me. "Hi, Sarah! This is *joint*. Joint, meet Sarah." That got a round of applause and more laughter leaving me wondering just how noticeable my *damn

**** red* face was!

Now that the formal introductions were made, it was time for me to figure out what the hell I was going to do when the joint came back to me again. Should I try it? Why not? Why? I could feel the pressure rising each time the joint was passed. I should try it... I should try it not... I should try...

All eyes were on me as the joint finished it's first orbit.

"Ummmm. I don't... use drugs?" Ooops, wrong thing to say! That comment didn't go over too well at all.

"Aaaaak!" Junior pretended he was vomiting. "*Drugs*? Oh, No! This is natural, one hundred percently as nature herself intended. Yes, and I should know, I grew it myself in my own... parent's garden!"

Everyone seemed to agree that Junior's was the best, the purest, and of course, most *organically* grown pot around. So why wouldn't I try it?

"All right! Give me that thing." I growled, ripping it away from Jenny.

"Ooooooh!" A voice called out. Then another and another. Then silence. Anticipation.

I pulled the joint in closer as the smoke from the tip danced back and forth, stinging my eye for a moment.

Another whisper. "Is she going to do it?"

"Yes, she is." I answered. I puffed on the joint twice before coughing it all out. After another try at it, I seemed to have the hang of it. At least *I* thought I did.

"She's *clintoning*!" Accused Bill.

Junior agreed. "Looks that way to me too." Everyone else nodded.

Jenny gave me the bad news again. "They think your clintoning."

Junior reiterated "Yep, she is. That was a clinton if I ever saw one."

What the hell was a "clinton"? I wondered. Did it have something to do with the president or something? Apparently it did.

It took a while before I learned how to inhale the smoke without choking and gagging like a newbie. But by then, strange things were beginning to happen around the circle. To everyone except me. For one thing, there was almost continuous laughter erupting from everywhere. And beside that, people were acting just as funny.

"I told you it could be done." Doug trying to reason with Bill.

Then Bill insisting that he couldn't *handle* it, whatever *it* was.

"The *concept* Bill, you have to grasp the *concept*." Doug was busy grasping something else: the joint. He sipped the tiny butt deeply, let some of the smoke go up his nose, then spoke again in a deeper voice. "Come and see... William."

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"I'm afraid it's time for your piercings." "Why should you be?" Lila asked tartly, "I'm the one getting them." "The Sheik will be here to watch. I can't do anything to make it better; I'm sorry." "I wouldn't let you anyway," Colette concluded. Colette set up the brazier with the iron rods that would be used to cauterize her piercings. She also set up the piercing clamp. It was a punch borer, much like the device leather smiths use to punch holes in pieces of leather, only...

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Lila awoke startled; the aroma of freshly made coffee on her nose, yet, Manu was lying beside her, still asleep. She rolled off the bed, the heavy rings on her breasts swinging painfully, and walked to the kitchen area. She found Aisha there, preparing breakfast for them. "The sheik sent me to help you out," the chubby girl said. "I see," Lila answered suspicious of anything the sheik did. Aisha knelt in front of Lila, "I am to remain with you and Master Manu, and to assist you...

Passing the Baton 2 Lilas StoryChapter 14 Put out

Aisha came back into the basement, her eyes red from crying. Manu looked up at her from his desk. As expected, he had feared the worst. The chubby slave girl descended the last steps into Manu's realm. He was actually surprised at how brave this, formerly timid, slave girl had been today, and how strong she was showing herself to be. He looked at her; he couldn't really bring himself to ask her the question. She looked at him, her face a mask of despair. "He said you are to take mi...

Passing the Baton 2 Lilas StoryChapter 15 Dungeon

Aisha approached the dungeon door. When she left the gymnasium she heard Lila's screams, and she looked back; she wished she didn't. She saw Manu as he nailed her breasts to the sawhorse; and then she left. Over the parched grass she saw the high walls that surrounded the sheik's property. They were thinly guarded today; most of the guards were enjoying themselves with Lila in the gymnasium; the only guards on the walls were those who had been punished by missing the festivities, or the...

Passing the Baton 2 Lilas StoryChapter 17 Night

It was still daylight when Manu released Aisha from the cross and led her back to the gym. The gym was empty except for the still form of Lila, tied and nailed, motionless to the horse. Her pale skin, covered with dry spunk, which also dribbled from her anus and vagina, bore witness to the repeated rapings she had endured. Aisha approached her body, with her fist in her mouth, in horror. On Lila's nailed breasts, trickles of blood dribbled down to the nipples where, beading in crimson...

Passing the Baton 2 Lilas StoryChapter 18 The cross

Lila woke up, the following day, to find the dungeon empty. She could barely walk, her breasts, swollen and in pain, seemed to have gotten infected from the nail wounds. She looked at them, detachedly. "It will not matter anyway, in one or two days," she said to herself. She made it to the bathroom and then, still nude, sat on an armchair to wait for her torturer to arrive. Manu, with his de-facto assistant Aisha found her sitting up in the chair, drinking juice. "Is it time?" Her...

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