"Maybe she was in the hospital?" Hmmm, maybe." It still bugged me."So I guess you've got a lot of these girls?" Yeah." That's okay." Then she stopped.... "Is ... Heather?" No."She sighed. "Oh, good. I don't think I could handle that." But you could handle the waitress?" Yeah."That was interesting. We spent most of the ride in silence and thought. As she dropped me off, I said, "You remember that hypnotist we talked about? Demetrius?" Yeah?" She gasped. "Is he one of you?!" That's how it seems." No. Wednesday night after I undressed at the office was the last time I been worn any clothing. In fact that night both of my daughters, who have been absolutes for over four years, stripped my closet of clothes." You should have seen the expression on her face as she listened to what I said.Then as I leaned against the car door looking at her sway back and forth kicking her high heels around, she looked up at me and said, "Don't worry about what Stacy had said, "Tonight when I get home, my husband. Competition can be fine to a point, but it can produce some hard feelings, too."Diana glanced at her daughter and Ann, who had finished servicing their three magazines and had come to parade rest, waiting on the others to finish. "I'm going to help Margaret and Frank. Looks like Margaret is getting frustrated. I saw her glance at Arlene." Tell her to take her time," Jeff said. "If she pushes trying to speed up, she'll be too uptight to concentrate on the basics. Then the others will really be. It was Rose. John pulled the covers off of his head in time to see her opening the in her maid outfit with a tray of pancakes and syrup.Seeing that john was up Rose gave one of her tantalizing smiles and made her way to the bed. She walked with her hips swaying like a pendulum. John could already feel himself getting hard under the covers. As if reading John’s mind, Rose did a twirl sliding the tray onto the end table and at the same time pulling the covers off of john’s naked body, exposing.