Pamela, and Donna did just that, using Jan's choice word to describe themselves. It wasn't easy, and brought a tingle to pink cheeks.

"O.K. I can see you're wet. So get it going in bed together," said Jan. "But get some sleep. You'll need it, believe me." The door slammed behind her.

"Wow," said Donna, "right temper she has and all that!" She put her arms around Pamela.

"It was nice though, wasn't it, hon?" purred

Pamela. "Girls taste good. Well, baby, I think we're in for all get out tomorrow. Let's hit the bed."

The light was switched off and the two climbed into the narrow bed.

"Crikey," said Pamela, "only way we can fit in here is to put our arms around each other!"

"Well… what's wrong with that, Pam?"

"Nothing." They embraced each other, and the room fell silent.

"Donna?"

"Yes?"

"How can a girl get to sleep when she's got a warm wonderful friend in her arms? I mean… you're all curvy and warm and kinda wet."

"Same thing just occurred to me," laughed

Donna.

"Well… we could do something about it," whis- pered Pamela.

"Like this?" Donna kissed Pamela on the mouth.

"I think we'll fall in love sooner or later, darling," said Pamela.

"Let's make it sooner," said Donna nibbling

Pamela's ear.

For the next hour the room echoed only two sounds. The ticking of the alarm clock, and tender girl-noise.

Pamela and Donna awoke in the morning with a delightfully new outlook on females! When Jan came bouncing in wearing white shorts and T-shirt the girls looked at her in a far different way than they would have twenty-four hours earlier. They had showered and put on fresh panties and stock- ings.

"Good morning, slaves," said Jan. It was said cheerfully.