“Hey Max doesn’t this remind you of that time Shane slept with those three chicks back to back and she made us wait outside the door to be on the outlook for the fourth chick.”

“Uhhhhh, Jenny now is not the time————.”

“Oh yeah I do remember that day that was the day Shane was so drunk she started singing that Kitty song.”

“Kitty song? What Kitty song Max?”

“Oh uhmmm Carmen I think it went something like wet Kitty bald Kitty something—–something I can’t remember the rest.”

“Oh, I remember Max it went wet kitty, bald kitty, little box of fun, happy kitty sexy kitty, fuck it till it cums, “Jenny says finishing the song.

“Yup, that was it alright, “Max says smiling but Carmen wasn’t.

“Oh really?”

“Carmen come on baby that was a long time ago.”

“Come on Shane do that thing you did at the end of the song, “Max says slurring his words and clearly drunk at 10 a.m. in the morning.

“Max, I don’t think——–.”

“Yeah, Shane do that thing you did at the end of the song, “Carmen says clearly upset about hearing another one of Shanes sex-a-pades stories.

“Carmen baby I——–.”

“Yeah, Shane let’s see it, “she sarcastically says with an attitude.

“Okay fine after the song I held my hands up wiggling my fingers and said these fingers are rated “E” for everyone.”

“Oh there for everyone alright, “Carmen says mumbling under her breath.

“Are you ever going to learn how to control your whore-mones Shane?”

“Bette I have I swear!”

“Yeah right.”

“Okay, you know what I am tired of defending my past okay and in my defense cigarettes and alcohol have warning labels because they are addictive, dangerous, and destroy lives and yet vaginas are just allowed to roam about freely.” Everyone stares at her with disgust waiting for her to make her point. “Okay hey that’s my story and I’m sticking to it besides this isn’t about me aren’t we supposed to be spying on Alice and Tasha!”

“You’re a damn freak!”

“What Kit?”

“Hey—-hey, enough about Shane and her octopussy, “Bette says. “Okay so who’s going to knock on Alices door?”

“Hell I’ll do it, “Dylan says. Walking up to her room she presses her ear up against the door. She hears nothing but silence. “I don’t hear anything, “she whispers to everyone.