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porn,” Tracy chimed in. “We selected several with storylines that sounded hilarious. Not to mention that none of us are going to see any penises until we get back to campus.”
    “You’re a horny little thing, aren’t you?” Ivy laughed. “But it might be fun to watch porn with you guys. We can sit there and do commentary. Maybe even turn off the volume and do some voice-overs. ‘Ma’am your copy machine seems to be out of order. Perhaps if I butt fuck you on the paper tray I’ll be able to diagnose the problem.’”
    “What the hell kind of ’80’s porn have you been watching? I don’t even think they have dialogue in porn anymore, with the exception of the ‘fuck me harder’, ‘suck my cock’ and ‘oh my God, I’m coming’,” Anna laughed.
    “Well, as long as the guys have big dicks and the chicks don’t look like me i t’ll still be fun to watch them, ” Lynne laughed.
    The y continued with the small talk for a few more minutes before a loud, piercing scream erupted from the other side of the house. Their good humor was instantly forgotten as a chill ran up each of their spines.
    Without a word they all dashed through the open sliding glass door and through the house. Once they reached the front porch their terror quickly turned to anger. Standing at the foot of the stairs was Chandra with a huge grin on her face.
    Chandra was slightly overweight, but she wore it well. Her Portuguese heritage had given her dark hair and eyes, but she had nearly as pale a complexion as Anna. Chandra’s sense of humor often bordered insane. It was obvious she had thought it would be funny to make her friends collectively shit their pants.
    “You bitch,” Lynne growled.
    “I’m sorry, guys, it was Chandra’s idea. I told her it would piss you off,” Gabby said. She came out from behind the large SUV parked behind Ivy’s car. Of the group she was the smallest. At only four-eleven she weighed less than ninety pounds. Her blonde hair was done up in tight dreadlocks and tattoos covered almost every inch of visible flesh on her body. Despite her small stature she was working at lugging a back pack on either shoulder and a large suitcase.
    Anna rushed down to help her friend. She took the suitcase from Gabby and smiled when Marcy came into view. “It wasn’t my idea, either, but I gotta admit that it was pretty funny.”
    “Funny? I nearly had a heart attack!” Ivy said.
    “Don’t be a drama queen, Saint Ives ,” Chandra said. She clapped Ivy on the ass as she looked up at the house. “This place is amazing!”
    “It was more amazing before it stank like shit. You really shouldn’t have screamed like that,” Tracy said. “I crapped right in the center of the living room.”
    “Yeah, but the two aren’t related,” Anna laughed.
    Marcy let out a laugh of her own and Anna had to suppress an outward shiver. Marcy was an adorable Jewish girl from Boston, but her laugh made her sound like a jackal. She was the tallest of the group. She was built like a runway model, slim to the point of having no curves. Her breasts were smaller than an a-cup and her hips were so narrow that she had to have her pants tailor made to accommodate her long legs.
    Ivy and Tracy made their way down to help unload the remaining luggage from the vehicle. “I’m going to go make sure nothing burns,” Lynne said. She disappeared into the house.
    In the back of the SUV were several suitcases and three laptop cases sitting atop what appeared to be the absolute motherload of all party supplies. There were three full boxes of liquor and four cases of variety packs of flavored beer. After the bags and liquor had been removed Chandra opened the compartment revealing the spare tire and produced a freezer bag full of marijuana.
    “Holy crap, Chandra, how high do you plan to get up here?” Tracy asked.
    “Let me introduce you to the absolute cream of the crop. You know Thad, right? He’s been growing this shit in his lab for months.