"Then why did you separate Ken and me? And why did you have him sent upstate to the prison?" Jean shot at her, struggling desperately to hold back the flow of tears which were ready to burst from her young emotion-filled eyes. "We did nothing and you know it! We were drugged right out of our minds, and you… all of you and your terrible Spaxtons used us like animals… worse than animals…!"

"All right, that will do, Wilson!" Maggie Keele retaliated, her throaty voice suddenly growing sharp with authoritative impatience. She raised to a sitting position, swinging her small feet to the floor, the negligee falling carelessly open to expose nearly all of her naked, fully rounded breasts and a good measure of ivory white thighs almost to the exotic crest of her silken, hair-adorned loins. "I doubt that you're so stupidly naive as to think that anyone would believe such a story. In fact, weren't the two of you arrested in the first place for possession of marijuana?"

"No, we were not!" Jean defended. "A boy that we had just met had some, but Ken and I had no idea…"

"Of course," Maggie said, cutting the lovely blonde girl short and gaining her feet. "The detention homes and prisons are filled with innocent people like you who swear they were framed." The ravishing brunette picked up her tall drink and sipped from it, making no effort to draw the loosened folds of her wispy negligee over the revealed, smooth white flesh of her sensuously displayed curves. "In both you and your husband's case, you violated the probationary sentences that Mr. Keele, in his kindness, managed to obtain for you by again using drugs in our home. So, that's why you're here and Ken is in prison;"

"But… dear God, I tell you we didn't and never have used anything like that," Jean pathetically insisted, the tears uncontrollably spilling down her soft, teenaged cheeks. "We were drugged, Mrs. Keele… and you know it! Oh God… please… please let us go… or at least, help Ken get out of that awful prison…?"