At the other end of the house, in a candlelit bedroom, a very different scene had unfolded. Kat, nude and with her hair cascading around her shoulders, sat on Stephen's lap. She held her head up high as she exhaled a healthy plume of marijuana smoke toward the ceiling.

"I like a little weed to take the edge off the coke," Stephen said.

"It's fantastic," Kat said happily. "I love smoking."

"Me, too," he said, shifting her on his lap. He still wore his boxer briefs but nothing else.

Stephen's hand wandered between Kat's thighs, but he didn't go for her pussy right away. He stroked the trail of hair...