Jesus Christ, maybe the Goddamned world was coming to an end, too! That would be as feasible as seeing Jean lying with her beautiful young face lewdly nuzzled to her girlfriend Carol's dark, hair-fringed pussy, her luscious lips, delicate chin, and tiny nose-tip still wet from the apparent moisture of the willowy brunette's openly spread vagina! His Jeannie… my God… it must have been the blow on the head from the accident! What else…? Carol up between her legs…! Christ, she just couldn't be a… lesbian… Could she? Or… or could she…? Goddamn, after all he'd seen the past week, just about anything was possible!

He gaped at Carol, his writer-friend's blithely stunning young wife, lying obscenely spread wide on her back, her firm well-shaped thighs salaciously open while Jean nestled her passion-moistened face against the damp softness of their house-guest's languorously offered cunt hair! With a head-shake, Mark sought to rid his brain of the incredibly lurid nightmare, but it didn't go away; he was wasn't dreaming! If… if he'd been minutes earlier, what the hell would he have seen then? Oh shit… there had to be a logical answer… the accident… was that it? He didn't know about Carol, but the blow Jeannie had received on her forehead the night before in the car accident; it was the only logical explanation! His mind reeled. And where the hell had she been last night? He hadn't been able to find that out yet, either…! Couldn't let Steve know about this… the poor bastard, out there risking his life riding down a wild story with that crazy, drunken hunting posse…!… Had to keep his Goddamned head… slip back to the front door and slam it as if he'd just come in… seen nothing… somehow forgive her, forget it ever happened…!

That, Mark would painfully have done, convinced that rationality with diplomacy, preposterous