They answer at the same time.

"Blue"green" Jess spoke first, her one piece rubbing against his side, Meg had been a close second.

Meg followed up without missing a beat. "We look good in either." She smiled, then considered her question, looking sleepy as the **** took hold of her. "Well..." Meg sniffed and shifted against him, her sleepy voice still pretty. "Jess likes blue. Um... What do you like in a woman?" the question almost too direct, too serious and out of the blue, probably not something she would have asked in her right mind, but she was stoned and the music kept playing, repeating the words into both their helpless brains.

He tried to make a mental note of Jess equals blue, Meg equals green.

Jack immediately thought, "Well to start, my..." but caught himself before he spoke. "Errr...Oh, I dunno," he began slowly. "I suppose someone sweet, caring," he was feeling the buzz from the high quality cannabis as well which loosed his tongue, "someone I can talk to, will take care of me as much as I take care of her... a freak in the shee... shit! Sorry, didn't mean to say that!"

The girls both giggled. "It's Ok. We're almost grown up and it's not like we're virgins." Which one has said that was a mystery, though the girls were rubbing against him a little while they touched each other. It looked innocent. Arm, shoulder, ribs, hip, but there was something intimate and passionate about the touches that some of long time lovers comfortable with one another. "You can always talk to us, no matter what...." They both yawned, and Meg shook her head out. "And we'll take care of you, Jack..."

They didn't use uncle, for the first time. Just his name., Their arms around one another, draped over him from either side, relaxed and almost asleep.