Lonnie thought for a crazy moment of phoning the police, and reporting that her daughter was in danger… then the bubbling of the coffee brought her back to reality, and as she poured herself a cup and walked back in the bedroom, her shoulders slumped and her head bowed with the knowledge that such a panicked move would be disastrous. For one thing, she had no way of knowing that Tamera was like her mother, or that even if she was, that Jennifer was with her or in danger. After all, it was daylight out there, and Jennifer knew enough not to drink or let boys get too fresh with her – heaven knows Lonnie had told her about saving herself for her husband enough times – and tonight she would have the chance for a real heart-to-heart, mother-daughter chat. Then, in the privacy and calmness of their own home, she could make Jennifer understand how important it would be to end her friendship with Tamera.

To go to the police, hysterical and obviously overcome with fear, would force Lonnie to admit her own wretched part in the affair… and then everybody would know what kind of woman she'd allowed herself to become. Everybody – including her husband, Roger. Roger would be repulsed, brand her a whore, and rightly so; he would divorce her, and she would be like so much excrement in his eyes. And Jennifer could ever be taken away from her! Dear God, what a nightmare she was living!

Lonnie managed to climb back into bed and stretch out, the coffee steaming on the table alongside her. Some of the beginning hysteria with which she had awakened passed as she sipped the brew, and now her mind could reply to some of her questions. She remembered the almost dreamlike trance she had fallen into after cumming… cumming how many times? That was lost, the count not taken at the time. Cylvia and Zeigler must have dressed her and carried her to the car after they'd had their way with her; there was the dim recollection of watching Cylvia Oliss and the gangster obscenely fucking together on one of the couches after she was unable to spread her exhausted thighs again. They must have taken her home and seen to it that she was in bed…