I wear a little white lace pinafore with it and white lace gloves.I showered and shaved as Daddy got ready for work and slipped into my maids outfit. ...I am now much better at walking in heels and don’t waddle wide legged or stoop when I walk as I first did. The marble floor didn’t help but I practiced and practiced whileDaddy was at work and am now a natural in heels.Imstrutted into the kitchen and poured his coffee and cream and popped the bread in the toaster. I scrambled some eggs and was. “Christ, Ann, you’re not even thirty yet, you’re nowhere near past it. Just because you’ve had a bad experience doesn’t mean you’re automatically going to have to stick with that…where you are in life at the moment…you know.”I was rambling a bit, I realised, too much wine. But Ann continued. “I just want to feel desired again, I don’t think anyone’s looked at me as a woman for years, they only see me as a mother now.”If I hadn’t had as much to drink, or if I hadn’t been so relaxed, I probably. “Annie?” I asked, bending down to her. I rolled her on to her back, very confused. I saw a glimmer of silver sticking out of the left side of her neck. I looked closer in the dark, straining to see. What is that? Is that a dart? A searing pain hit me full force in my neck. I went to stand up, got half way there, and remembered nothing more of the rest of that night. When I woke up, I had never been so confused. I couldn't even remember my name for a few seconds. Slowly, as I stared at. “So what have you lot been up too?”“The problem with the Kibbutz’s has been resolved”. Stanley replied.“Thirty-four Arabs are now actively looking for virgins,” Bobby laughed. “And we found out who the SS Officer is in charge. Otto Krunz, formally of the 8thWaffen SS regiment. He’s a wanted war criminal for the massacre of Polish and Russian civilians as well as American soldiers during the Battle of the Bulge. That’s the offences that we know about, and god knows what else the bastard was.