She tapped out a text message on her phone. I caught Kat's eye in the rearview mirror. She gave me a satisfied smile. I liked how the girls had taken Crystal under their wing. Sure, it was part amusement to transform a Baptist housewife into a whore, but it had become something more. As Crystal got deeper into our lifestyle, it was obvious she enjoyed it -- so much so, that occasionally I wondered if some of her naivete was an act. Regardless, Crystal was having fun, and the girls were turning kindly toward her.

"Shit, he's calling," Crystal said.

"Put it on speaker," Kat said.

"Where are you, Crystal?"...