"A mother-daughter twosome" - читать интересную книгу автора (Jensen Peter)

CHAPTER TWO

"Bob, you just don't understand," Lani Walker was saying, "your home life was so screwed up, you just can't see what I'm talking about. I love my mother… we've got a really beautiful thing between us, you know?"

Lani lay on her back, her eyes searching the cloudless California sky, her bare toes playing little games with the golden brown grass that covered the hills of Mendocino.

"I mean, my mother doesn't have all the hangups about her kid that your parents have. She treats me like an adult, so there isn't any need for me to rebel against her. I mean I didn't run away from her like you did from your parents. There wasn't any need to."

"Look, kiddo, I didn't run away from my parents. I just left, see? And anyway, I think you're just kidding yourself, because your mother just isn't as understanding as she pretends."

"Bob, that's not true…"

"Yes it is true, baby, I know it's true… When we were all down at your mother's place, she was hanging all over you, man, like you were some kind of teddy bear or something…"

"Come on, Bob, that's not fair! Just because you can't visualize any kind of love between parents or children doesn't mean it doesn't exist, right? I mean…"

"All right! Let's just forget about it, O.K.? It's Saturday afternoon, and the sun is shining… let's talk about something else for Christ's sake! The whole thing is so fucking sentimental I think I'm going to cry."

Lani looked over at him as he turned away on his side, and then she sat up abruptly, and looked away. Her long blonde hair was tangled with strands of grass, and her eyes were moist with a few tentative tears caused by the lack of understanding on her boyfriend's part. Her face was almost an exact replica of her mother's, with the same soft brown eyes and delicately formed features, but lacking the coolness, the distance her mother had cultivated after so many years of frustration. Lani was young, but already had a figure that surpassed even her mother's, with large rounded breasts and gently flaring hips, and soft smooth thighs that were tanned a delicious golden brown by the hot California sun. Her slender arms reached out around her shapely legs, and clasped together tightly around her knees, which were trembling slightly now with emotion. She glanced over at Bob, and tried to decide why he was sometimes so harsh with her. She knew he had had a rough life, but still… sometimes it was as though he didn't have any feeling for her at all.

She quickly turned her thoughts away from this unpleasant thought, deciding that it was absurd to even suspect that Bob didn't love her. After all, wasn't he one of the main reasons she had come to the commune in the first place? She looked away, across the lush green hills covered sparsely by single standing oaks in irregular patterns, and her mind wandered aimlessly through visions of her past, her school, old friends, her mother…

"Look, kiddo, I'm sorry."

Lani's memories were invaded by Bob's deep masculine voice. She didn't turn to him immediately.

"Oh, that's all right Bob. I guess I get carried away sometimes when I think about Mom. It's my fault really."

"No, I shouldn't have yelled at you. It's my fault. But, like I don't understand one thing, kiddo."

She turned to him questioningly.

"… I mean, if everything was so fine back in San Francisco, why did you come up here? Christ, you could have stayed there in your Momma's lovin' arms!"

Lani looked at him in surprise, but saw he was serious. She'd come for him, of course!

"Oh, I don't know. I guess I just had to settle down in a place of my own, you know? I mean, ever since I remember, Mom and I have been either moving in or moving out of crummy little two bedroom apartments. I can't even remember how many. And, I never went to the same school more than a year and a half… Oh, I don't mean it was all that bed! All I'm saying is… well… I just had to find something a little more stable, you know?"

Bob leaned over to her, and drew her supple young body over to him roughly, pressing her up against him.

"Yeah, I know kiddo… something stable like me, huh?"

Lani winced a little from the unexpected roughness, and then eased herself into the curve of his huge, muscular frame. She snuggled up like an infant against his massive chest, and worked her face up against the rough stubble of his week-old bear, sighing with pleasure. She felt the crotch of his jeans begin to bulge as his hidden cock quickly grew excited by her tantalizing closeness, and laughingly reached down to touch its fabric-covered hugeness with her small tanned hand.

"Mmmm… well, I guess you're pretty stable, all right…"

With a throaty growl, Bob threw her over onto her back, and pressed her breasts back against her small frame with his powerful body. He reached under her skimpy body shirt and ran one hand teasingly up over one soft unencumbered nipple, raising it to an instant hardness.

"Want to see just how stable, kiddo?" he asked laughingly.

Lani moaned with the pleasure elicited by his expert manipulations of her breasts, and answered only by reaching down seductively to slowly unbutton the top button of his straining blue jeans.

Ann Walker eased her Ford Falcon to the side of the small one lane road, and pulled out the map the man at the local postoffice had given her. Farm Road 1789. This must be it, she thought, looking up for confirmation at the billboard on her right. Past the Quaker State sign and turn right. She set the map down on the seat beside her, and eased the car into gear.

She hadn't started as early that morning as she'd wanted. As soon as she'd woke up, she'd thought of a million things she could spend that Saturday doing, errands she'd put off for months, letters she'd never planned to write… but then her mind had stopped rushing around desperately trying to think up excuses for not coming, and she'd realized she was just being silly.

She was still nervous, though, even after her long drive – nervous about how Lani would receive her surprise visit, uncertain whether she might be intruding. She was almost convinced that Lani would be overjoyed to see her, but not quite. She hoped that the single fact of her presence would not put any kind of pressure on her daughter, making her feel as though she had to choose between her mother and the commune. The reason Ann felt this way, of course, was that unconsciously she hoped Lani would make that choice, and would return to South San Francisco with her.

She drove back onto the road, and turned right onto Farm Road 1789. She drove up a long hill with the sun at her back, and continued on until the paved road turned into gravel, and the gravel finally gave way to a rutted, sun-baked dirt that threatened to wrench her old car's shock absorbers from the chassis. Bravely, she went on, and finally came to an old broken down fence stretched haphazardly across the road with a carefully painted sign hung beside it, the words "The Zodiac" emblazoned on the sign in red letters.

Well, this is it, she thought to herself nervously, and looked with apprehension at the dry hillsides around her, broke only by the line of rusted barbed wire that stretched out from the gate until it disappeared behind the curve of the hill. The isolation and apparent desolation of the place disturbed her, and she wondered how Lani could enjoy being so cut off from civilization. She got out of the car, and opened the old gate, which creaked in the hot stillness of the afternoon, eerily, like an invitation to enter another world. Getting back in her car, she drove through, stopped, got out once again, and closed the gate behind her. You're here, the gate creaked at her once again, and she hurriedly got back into her car and drove on.

After a mile or so, she came suddenly into a clearing, surrounded by homemade wooden cabins peaking out into it from under the protection of a grove of huge oak trees. The houses were all fairly small, except for one building that stood out from the others and had a long front porch built out from it, covered by a shingled roof. There didn't seem to be many people about, though Ann did see a couple of naked children playing around one of the houses in a carefree game of kick-the-can, and two woman dressed in calico sitting in the shade of a large tree, mending what looked like handmade shirts. She drove up to the main building, which she took to be some kind of meeting hall, and stopped her car in front.

As she slid her slender body from behind the wheel, she saw a man walk out on the porch in front of her, and gaze down at her with curiosity. His eyes peered out from behind a massive, tangled growth of beard and hair, that practically hid his face from view. His hands rested lazily in the pockets of his faded, patched coveralls.

"Good afternoon," Ann ventured timorously. "My name is Ann Walker."

Ann could feel the bearded man's eyes taking her in, and suddenly she felt very out of place in this almost 19th century community, dressed as she was in her modern, brightly colored, light summer dress. She waited for the man to give some response to her introduction, but he simply continued staring at her, impassively.

"My daughter lives here in this… place," Ann continued bravely. "Her name is Lani Walker."

The silent man descended the stairs slowly, and walked over to where Ann was standing. Her nervousness grew as he approached her, but then he stuck out his hand and smiled.

"Of course… Lani. I'm afraid we don't know very many last names around here. How do you do?"

Ann shook his hand gratefully, suddenly put completely at ease by the graciousness and ease of his manner.

"I'm very pleased to meet you, Mr…?"

The man smiled again, quietly, and put his hands back into his pockets.

"… Moses," he said simply.

"Well, I'm very pleased to meet you, Mr. Moses."

Ann was surprised to hear him laugh out loud, and then questioned him with a smile.

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to laugh," the man beamed at her, "but I'm afraid I'm not a mister. My name is just Moses. And while you're here in the Village, I hope you don't mind if we call you Ann."

Ann returned his laugh, comfortable somehow with this seemingly gentle man.

"Oh, I'm sorry… Moses then. And I'd love you to call me Ann."

"Well that's fine. Good. Now I suppose you're looking for Lani?"

"Yes, I am," Ann answered, "can you tell me where I might find her?"

"The last I saw her she was walking up toward the Chapel."

"The Chapel?" Ann echoed.

"Oh, sorry, that's what we call the hillside where we sometimes meditate and have group… gatherings," Moses said with a sly smile. "For us, it's a kind of church, so…"

"I think that's lovely," Ann laughed, "that Chapel! That's wonderful! Could you tell me how to get there? You see, I'm very anxious to see my daughter."

"Well, she's with Bob right now…"

"Oh, is that a friend of hers?" Ann asked hesitantly.

The man looked at her with a strange expression playing about his eyes.

"We're all friends here, Ann. You'll soon find that out."

"Of course, I forgot," she laughed. "After all, isn't that what a commune's for?"

"You're very right, Ann, that is exactly what a commune is for." The same strange smile formed on his lips, making Ann vaguely uneasy somehow, but she quickly dismissed it.

They chatted for a few moments more, and then Ann asked again how she could get to the Chapel. Moses indicated a path rising steeply from the Village, as he had told her the area where they were now standing was called, and said that it came out right above the Chapel. Ann thanked him and turned to make her way across the clearing.

"Oh Ann?" he called after her.

"Yes?" she answered, turning back toward him.

"You're welcome to stay and share our dinner with us."

"That would be lovely," she called to him. "In fact, I was hoping to stay the whole weekend. Would that be all right?"

"That would be fine! We'd love to have you. And you'll enjoy it."

"You know," she said smiling, "I think I will, Moses."

He watched as she waved happily to him, and turned to climb the steep path. His eyes devoured her perfectly formed hips as they swung sensuously, enticingly from side to side.

"I know you will, Ann," he whispered under his breath, an almost leering grin twisting his face under his huge beard, "I know you will!"

It was a hard climb up the narrow, rock-filled path, and Ann had to stop two or three times to catch her breath. Whew, I'm really out of shape! she panted to herself silently, standing about fifty feet below the crest of the hill. Well, one last pull… and she started again, slowly, forcing one foot ahead of the other.

She had been pleasantly surprised at the reception Moses had given her back at the meeting house. She could admit to herself now just how frightened she had been to come to the commune, frightened of people who seemed so very much different from herself. But Moses, despite his long hair and strange ways, had seemed genuinely friendly, and Ann had been pleased. She had also been impressed with the cleanliness and order of the commune. There was nothing in it that was new, of course, and all the buildings seemed to be hanging together only with chewing gum and rubber bands, but despite its very makedo character, it was clean. Most of the houses sported a fairly new coat of dark green or brown paint, the yards around them were raked clean, and Ann could see absolutely no litter or trash cluttering the place up at all. She didn't really know what she'd expected, perhaps a rural slum of tarpaper shacks with garbage and junked cars providing occasional touches of impoverished color, but the rustic beauty of "The Zodiac" as the commune was called, quickly dissolved all her preconceptions.

And now, walking breathlessly toward the crest of the hill, the pretty secretary breathed in the smokeless air, smelled the healthy scent of dusty oak trees and sun-toasted grass, and decided that Lani might just be right. If one could choose between the exhilaration of a summertime hillside under a cloudless sky, and the stench and filth of a modern city, who in his right mind would be anywhere but where she was right at this very moment, panting uncontrollably as she forced her lungs to accept more oxygen than they'd had in years.

At last, Ann reached the top, and paused again to catch her breath. She looked back over the climb she'd just made, and could just make out through the trees the tops of a few of the buildings down in the Village. Then she turned, and began to make her way through the small line of trees that separated her from the meadow on the other side of the hill. Her eyes sparkled with the exertions of her climb, and her unaccustomed ears happily caught the sound of birds talking to her from their hidden perches in the oaks around her, the wind rustling softly through the branches, the healthy sound of her own heavy breathing.

She suddenly stopped, hearing another sound she couldn't identify. It was off to her left, and sounded like small animals digging hastily into the ground. Silently, like some kind of novice big-game hunter, she moved to her left, crouched over, trying to catch a glimpse of whatever it was. She was soon surprised to hear what sounded like muffled voices as well, coming from somewhere at the edge of the line of trees, just at the top of the meadow. She crept closer, and the sounds became more distinct. They were voices, she decided, and involved in a fairly intense discussion it seemed. If she just got a little closer she could perhaps just… Ann's hand suddenly flew to her mouth, and she stifled a horrified shriek which threatened to burst from her constricting throat. Her eyes grew wide with disbelieving shock and revulsion, and she groped frantically for the tree beside her to keep from falling.

For the words she had just heard distinctly were the unmistakable passionate tones of her own daughter, Lani, crying out madly: "Yes, Bob! Oohhhhh, yes! Yes, you've got such a beautiful hard cock! I love it inside, love it filling my cunt! Ohhhh! Fuck me, Bob fuck me like this forever! Ohhhhhhhh!"

Ann steadied herself desperately against the massive trunk of the towering oak tree, and slowly lowered her trembling hand from her mouth. This can't be true, she thought to herself wildly, I must have made a mistake! That's not… it can't be! Unwillingly, she was drawn toward the lewd sounds, unable to break away. She came up over a little rise of ground, and hid herself behind a tree. She could hear the scuffling again, the sounds she had thought were small animals, but the voices had stopped. She looked with trepidation down toward the meadow and…

Ann gasped almost audibly as her eyes located the source of the voices. She stared with horrible fascination to where, not fifty feet from where she stood, two people lay wrapped in an obscenely intimate embrace, completely unaware of her presence. Her body tensed completely as she saw that they were both naked, and that the girl, who lay partially hidden by the man's huge body, had long flowing blonde hair, just like her daughter's. No, she tried uselessly to convince herself, tears of shame and disgust beginning to flow unhindered into her eyes, it can't be Lani!

But it was Lani, her face contorted in the twisted throes of a building passion, her long, slender legs wrapped around the powerful body above her, undulating slowly under his teasing thrusts. Ann sank to her knees, unable to even bear her own weight, much less run away from the obscene, heart-breaking scene. Her daughter, her one love in life! Not just submitting, but enjoying the lewd manipulations of the man above her! The tears coursed silently down the distraught mother's cheeks as her eyes remained glued to the salacious display before her… her own daughter.

… Lani Walker lay flat on her back in the grass and felt Bob's hugely expanding cock tease in and out of her in a quickening rhythm, as her cuntal-walls slowly expanded in her vagina's desire to accept all of it, until finally she could actually feel the tickling hairs of his balls slapping into the smooth crevice of her asscheeks when he lowered himself into her. Tingling sensations of aroused desire coursed through her veins, instigating new, salacious little chills that began to run along the base of her spine as she felt the measured tempo of Bob's strong thick cock skewering moistly into her upturned loins.

Lani's naked body began to twitch and writhe under him, and she heard mewling sounds tumbling from her lips, incessant little noises of passion that bubbled uncontrollably from her sensually parted mouth. Bob's unshaven face came down to kiss her and she thrust her tongue up into his mouth, drawing back her legs slightly, her buttocks moving provocatively against the softness of the grass, her seething pussy contracting as the bliss-building sensations increased unbelievably with his every stroke.

Bob felt her urgently answering throbs around the full, pulsing length of his deeply buried cock. Her moistly clasping cunt-flesh had begun a vibrant opening and closing action as it clutched at his throbbing rod of male flesh. Her pleasurable whining and purring sounds were suddenly filling the air and her head rolled from side to side on the grass, while her hips started a slow, obscene rotation around his cock sunk deep in her sun-browned belly. He clenched ho teeth tightly, sensing her nibbling vagina screwing itself up closer against his hair-covered loins.

Ann couldn't believe her eyes as she watched her innocent young daughter thrusting her beautiful, hungry young pussy lewdly up against the intruding cock of the muscular man above her. She wanted to scream out, to rush in and tear them apart, to protect her young daughter from the pain and shame she knew always accompanied sex. But she couldn't. All the strength in her had instantly evaporated in the burning realization that Lani was feeling no shame, was experiencing no pain, was in fact aggressively accepting the man's massive penis into her clasping vagina with an abandon and ecstasy that made her self-repressed mother gasp. She stared at the lewdly undulating couple, her eyes riveted on the glistening area of their loins, her own body beginning to tingle with the unwanted vicarious thrill of his blood-swollen penis sliding easily in and out, in and out, of her daughter's wetly lubricated young vagina.

Lani Walker's eyes widened, as she felt an abrupt new wave of sensual entrancement saturating her whole tingling body. A maddening electric-like prickle began in the sanctuary of her womb, spreading relentlessly over the raw nerve ends of her satin smooth flesh. She knew that a mass of exquisite moisture was enticingly covering the entire area of her nakedly exposed vaginal area. She rotated her hips excitedly from side to side around Bob's fleshy, plunging cock, sensing the complete dilation of her cunt as it sucked in time to his swollen cock's rhythmic throbs. Then he made himself immobile, resting above her with his strong arms placed on either side of her shoulders, letting her trembling, impassioned body pump up and down at will on the rigid shaft of solidly throbbing flesh that was fusing them into the oneness of soul and body.

Ann made one last desperate attempt to escape, to get up and leave this heartbreaking scene, but she couldn't. She remained immobilized by her revulsion and could only stare in horrible fascination as her daughter's moist, grasping cunt slid up and down the thick cock, the thin pink ridges of inner flesh pulling out and clinging to it as she screwed her luscious buttocks down on the grass, the salacious mouth up between her thighs absorbing the soft folds back into her when it swallowed the viscid, glistening length of his lust-engorged penis on the slow, tantalizing upstroke.

The unmoving young man watched the young girl's voluptuously naked body increase its eager gyrations and up-and-down motions with the passing of each second, the urgency of her thrusts against him growing more pronounced, her desire-gritted teeth in plain view as she strained toward that illusive orgasm. He felt the flow of her cuntal moisture coating her hungrily sucking pussy and heard the lewd wet sluicing sounds of the in-and-out fucking movements as Lani thrust greedily up his cock, taking it deep inside her, her back raising high to arch her cock-starved cunt tight up against him… Christ, it was too much… too much! He was ready to explode with the brain-warping lust she had peaked inside him!

He reached back, grasping her ankles and raising them slowly up and over her shoulders, eliciting a tiny wail of passion from her as he rolled her into a helpless ball of obscenely positioned loveliness beneath him.

Blinded with his own maddening desire, Bob drew his deeply buried penis from her cunt until only its huge bulbous tip was penetrating, then he plunged forward with every ounce of strength in him, fucking the full, aching length of it fiercely into her defenselessly exposed vagina.

"Auuugghhh… ooohhhhh… ooohhhh," Lani grunted as it raced up into her, hearing and feeling the damp smack of his pelvis battering against her nakedly upraised cunt. His strong, heavy body dropped down onto her with jarring force, crushing her full, aching breasts beneath her knees and into her chest. His thickly swollen cock smashed into her receptive cunt like a battering ram, pushing the no-longer-resisting folds of desire-moistened flesh again and again in wild, rippling waves before its smooth, rubbery head.

Oh, God, he had done it, Lani reasoned in her mounting bliss… if only he didn't fail her now! Ooohhh… she loved him, adored him… and his wonderful, handsome cock…! He'd begun longer, even harder strokes into her seething channel, while its moistly quivering walls clasped desperately around the thick, fleshy shaft slithering up frantically to devour its length to the hilt. His heavy, sperm-bloated balls were slapping deliciously into the dampness between her buttocks. She moaned loudly in relief to the complete filling of her cock-split pussy-hole, while he started a deep-thrusting grind into her thirstily palpitating cunt. She sensed her head tossing wildly, her mouth gasping and chanting unintelligibly in her maddening entrancement.

Lani's beautiful mother leaned unmoving against the protective oak tree, her eyes wide with horror as she watched her thrashing young daughter increase the maddening tempo of her grinding thrusts. Ann's belly was knotted with mixed feelings of shame, fear, and anger. She felt betrayed by Lani's obscene undulations, and yet she couldn't control a growing tingle in her own loins, an increasing excitement caused by the very lewdness of their passionate embrace. She tried to still the fire growing in her, but her attention was drawn irresistibly to the terrible scene only fifty feet away. Her ears heard the incomprehensible sounds of lust coming from her sweet young daughter's mouth, and she remained frozen by the complete unreality of what she was witnessing. No, she thought to herself wildly, not Lani… not my sweet little baby girl…

"Oh, God, Bob… I'm… I-I'm going to… I'm going to cum…! Oooohhh… yes… yessss, darling… I'm cumming…! Ohhhhh… fuck… fuck me hard… harder!" Lani pleaded in a voice shrill with desire, her hands clawing at his hard-driving buttocks, pulling him with impassioned frenzy deeper and deeper into her widespread crotch.

His thickly burgeoning cock fucking into her without mercy, made the cords in her throat and neck tighten in an unmistakable signal. She could think of nothing but the enormous, cataclysmic buildup rising like wildfire inside her! Her legs on either side of his plunging loins were jerking and twitching in lewd depravity, their warm, soft, white strength clamping him tight, then, releasing him as she pulled her knees back against the tips of her swollen breasts, waggling and thrusting her wet crotch and buttocks up at him, moaning and gasping continuously. She wailed to herself in her delicious enchantment, realizing that she was hopelessly impaled on his marvelous, rock-hard cock fucking into her seething vagina.

Bob had reached that point where he knew he'd blow his mind if he didn't cum soon! He gasped downward at where his lust-swollen rod was slipping smoothly in and out of her crazily working cunt, and concentrated on the feel of the soft hair-lined folds clasping and clinging to his furiously rampaging penis thrusting with jack-hammer force up into her.

He increased the pace and deepened his fucking as she writhed like a woman possessed beneath him, grinding up and down his cock with unbelievable fury, her legs ever jerking her toes curling as she lurched her trembling thighs wide and upward. He watched her breasts heave and quiver beneath his brutal pummeling… even saw their tiny nipples expand before his eyes as she tossed her head madly from side to side.

Then suddenly, she convulsed under him with the explosion of her passion!

"Oh… Ohooohhh… yes! Yessss! Here it cums! Oh my God! Now… Nowwwww! I-I-I'm cuummmiiinnnggg!"

Her cunt-walls opened as might a myriad of tiny springs, emitting a flood of warm, gushing fluid to bathe his thrusting, rampaging cock. He rammed harder, faster, burrowing it deep, deep into the hot liquid depths of her desperately spewing cunt while the warm, wet secretion seeped moistly out around the lewd battering-ram of his cock flowing down the crevice of her ass onto the grass beneath them, flooding his lust-tightened balls that were slapping rhythmically against her nakedly spasming anus.

"Oh, God… Darling… Darling!" Lani chanted, twisting and writhing in under him, spurring him on to force her legs farther and farther back over her head while he fucked into her like a madman. Bright flashes filled the sky above her again and again as she continued to groan out her climax, her cuntal emissions still flowing in spurts down the stretched and quivering cheeks of her roundly straining buttocks.

Then… then, she felt Bob tense, jerk and curse, followed by the hot jets of his sperm shooting deep up into the deep, hungry sanctuary of her waiting womb. Her head swam with licentious bliss as the hot, powerful squirts splattered wildly into her, filling her to the bursting point with their warm sticky whiteness. The hot viscid walls of her spasming vagina clasped and unclasped feverishly, milking the jerking organ like a sucking, starving mouth…

Her soft, lovely body seemed suddenly drained of everything and her limbs collapsed loosely on the matted grass as Bob released his grip on her legs. She lay spread-eagled and spent, feeling his heavy weight lifting from between her open thighs and the rush of air brush over her sweat-soaked body.

As they rolled away from each other, completely satiated by the intensity of their spent passion, Ann Walker suddenly became aware of where she was, and what she had witnessed. Her shock and revulsion at having seen her own daughter thrashing about naked on the exposed hillside quickly turned into a feeling of disgust with herself at having watched them like some 14 year old peeping tom, unable to tear her eyes front their lewd performance. She felt a strange sense of guilt invade her being, as though she had been caught sneaking a look at some obscene photograph and knew she couldn't let herself be discovered, couldn't ever let her daughter know she had spied on them like some perverted voyeur.

She raised her head once more to them, and saw that her daughter had reached over and grasped Bob's now flaccid cock gently, as though it were a cherished doll she loved to play with. Quickly, the anguished young mother turned away, not able to bear the sight any longer, and eased her way silently from the top of the hill back down the way she had come, crouched over and fleeing like an animal. As soon as she had gone beyond their sight and hearing, she stood up quickly, stumbled, caught herself, and began to make her way blindly down the hill toward the Village as fast as she could. Gradually, she slowed down, came to her senses, began to think about what had occurred rationally, and tried to force her mind into a decision.

As she came out of the trees, and back into the clearing below, she looked as though she'd just returned from an invigorating, but somewhat dull, hike. The superficial calm of her exterior features, however, was belied by the tumult inside her mind. She had already decided that her daughter must leave this awful place, must come home with her to South San Francisco at once! There was no other way. Ann could see her sweet young child drifting inexorably away from her, caught in the current of her innocent and naive passions, swept away unaware of the evil influence of this terrible place, this "commune". She had to come home. For her own sake and, though Ann wouldn't have admitted it, for her mother's sanity as well. She had to come home!