Cut to Jennifer.

Jen was starting to regret this little experiment.

She honestly thought it'd be funny to watch Mark get turned into a stoner bimbo for some dirtbag's amusement, but she hadn't counted on how stupid he would become. When he was waving out the bathroom window she started to worry. Granted, it took her a second to even recognize him. The person trying to get her attention was a petite young woman with a cute face and a great rack. She was a little surprised that Mark didn't turn out more porn-y.

But he did turn out to be a complete imbecile. Watching him make faces in the mirror and play with his tits was incredibly frustrating, especially when she kept trying to text him. When the stupid little tart finally picked up his phone and read all his messages, he just sent back "ok". He then walked out of the bathroom leaving the window wide open. She'd bet any amount of money he forgot his phone, too.

She waited a few minutes, still not sure what to do. It was becoming increasingly clear that Mark wasn't in any state to perform his duties. Jen finally decided to sneak around to the backyard and try to figure out what was going on inside.

She crept across Grink's front lawn and let herself into the backyard via his unlocked gate. The stench of cheap weed was wafting off of the house; she guessed Grink wasn't popular with the neighbors.

Moving along the hedges, she spotted a sliding glass door on the patio. This should give her a good view of the living room, as long as she was careful and didn't get spotted.

She didn't know what she expected when she peeked around the frame, but she was shocked by what she saw. A large, bearded man, presumably Grink, was sitting on the couch with his head back and his eyes closed. Kneeling between his knees was the beautiful woman she recognized as Mark. Mark's head was moving up and down frantically. As she watched, Grink reached down and put one greasy hand on the back of Mark's head.

Jen had to bite her wrist to stifle a laugh. She was never gonna let Mark live this one down. Then she spotted the large box on the far side of the room. The lid was off, and it was filled with plastic baggies full of various substances.

She could faintly hear Grink moaning through the door. She needed a plan of action.