Jean gaped at her. She had given herself away… openly admitted to drugging them… the very reason Ken was in prison and she there in her horrible situation at that very moment… yet there was absolutely nothing she could do about it… nothing, only give herself to the vile whims of this lust-filled woman if she wanted to help her imprisoned husband…!

"Well, speak up, damn it!" Maggie rasped impatiently. "Drink, pot… what?"

"Oh God…" Jean whimpered in confusion. She was no drinker, and she'd truly never used drugs of any kind, but whatever sang-froid and determination she had entered the female official's suite with had completely deserted her. She had to have something to rebolster her courage or she would never be able to go through with it. "Yes… yes, the marijuana…"

Maggie took a step backward, a snide smirk creeping over her severely perfect features. "So, the little girl who has never used drugs chooses grass. Now, that's funny… really funny."

Jean didn't bother to answer the woman's taunting remarks. She knew it would be useless. Her choice had been based on the information Ken had once casually passed to her, along with other young people she had known. It was, they said, the lesser of the two evils, and right at that dread-filled moment she wanted only an immunity of feelings from whatever deplorable act was to come. Subconsciously, she watched the enticingly voluptuous Superintendent move away from her toward a small table, her veiled, naked loveliness provocatively visible as she walked, the rounded fullness of her lush buttocks quivering with each step, the shadowed crevice separating them raising a strange, unexplainable sensation deep inside Jean's tense young belly.

Maggie returned carrying a small enameled chest which she held open in front of her. "This is my private stock. It's hashish… the very best." She took one and waited for Jean to do the same, then lighted them both with a table lighter.