I was wondering just what kind of place we were going that we'd need guns!That wasn't the reason we were both nearly comatose with shock. The truth is..., neither of us had ever had any clothes that weren't hand-me-downs. Denise was nearly in tears, as she tried things on. I wasn't far behind. The jeans and boots felt strange at first, but I liked them. Denise was so cute in hers, that words failed me. The wolf whistle I gave when she modeled an outfit of jeans, boots, blouse, and Stetson, made. We went for a meal and a club and she was really into slumming it and experiencing the seedier side, I talked about Sonia and how it would do Ellie good to go out with Sonia because Sonia knew about the sexually degrading and deviant side of being a woman whereas Ellie wanted to sample it all, she was a very striking woman to look at and although she had a few wrinkles here and there, she was extremely beautiful with her long silver grey hair that she mostly kept up in a bun which aged her, her. While the men in our family were all short,unremarkable and unassuming in appearance, the women were distinguishedby being tall and slender with striking good looks and Charlotte was thesexiest of the lot. She had cascades of shiny, dark, wavy hair fallingover a face whose beautiful, soft features were offset by a wickedlynaughty grin. Her breasts were pert and round and just big enough todraw the gaze of any passing guy. That was if their attention wasn'tinstead drawn to her long legs which. "Yeah," the man continued. "He really is a slave driver, too. He really gets a thrill out of making us work for him for the rent. But it's the only way we can afford to live in the apartment. Oh, yes; by the way, I'm John. But most folks call me Jack. This here is Janet next to me and the blond lady next to you is, believe it or not, Christmas Snow, I kid you not. Her parents must have had a real weird sense of humor. We just call her Chrissy." I'm sure." commented Bob. His mind was elsewhere..