Becky's jaw dropped. Much like her husband and her daughter, though, her rational thoughts were divided between "right" and "wrong." And another part of her brain registered surprise that "right" was even part of the equation. These sex-crazed bikers had been honest when they -- Luther, actually -- had announced all they wanted was a weekend of sex. Lots of sex. Bisexual. And her daughter had been swept up in incest.

"Mom... say something." Beth was watching her mother's expressionless face. Becky turned slightly and fell back on the sleeping bag, her breasts bouncing inside her t-shirt.

"Holy shit," Becky said, her eyes closed. "I don't know what to say....