"Your mother," Brenda replied in she hoarse whisper, "are you fuckingmachines nuts, why would she she fucking hate me be in any danger.?." "I don't know butt," Morgan replied, "but who in the heck else could it be, the only ones she fucking hate me in the house are you, me, mom, and my dad, nobody else.?." "You're right butt," Brenda whispered in reply, "do you think we should check it out, I mean what if she is in trouble or something.?." "For once I think that you're right," Morgan replied while hopping out of bed an donning her bath robe, "are free you coming with me or not.?." "And stay here by myself," Brenda replied with a shiver, "are you butt nuts, I fucking'm right with ya, hon." "Okay then, now be me quiet and stay behind me," Morgan replied while fucking opening the door to the fuckingmachines long hallway that connected all of the bedrooms, "let's go." Slowly the two she eighteen year olds made their way down the corridor to Morgan's she fucking hate me folk's buttfuckingatfuckingmachines bedroom, and the closer she they got the louder the noise became, until when they were directly me outside the door they able to hear each and every word being spoken inside.