There was a soft thud from the direction of the bedroom. Perhaps Abbie's masturbating had gotten over-vigorous in her impatience for me to arrive and relieve her. Taylor wrinkled her nose. "Ugh, I'm never using chapstick again."

"Once we're done with Abbie, we'll pour the rest of that crap into a hole in the ground and be done with it. Never again."

She pivoted to face me, adjusting to sit cross-legged. The girl really did have a gift for finding ways to reveal her underwear. "Yeah? And how do we know you didn't buy more of it?"

"Well for one, that one canister cost me almost ten grand, so no,...