She was approaching them with confident stride and wide,candid smile on her full red lips."Can't wait to try them on, can you, Gracie?" she asked with... amusement.Grace took a step back."I'm not putting any of those on," Grace nodded towards the dresser."Of course you're not, sweetie," her smile widened a bit. She stoppedby the edge of dais in front of them, still grinning.She had fit, slim body, not as drastically feminine as Kevin's or theother girls', but still very attractive. She wore. She jumped slightly and released her head to show a small blob of blood in her hand. ‘It was your stupid bag.’ She almost whimpered opening her eyes to show puddles of tears. She looked so cute and vulnerable. I smirked slightly knowing immediately what had happened. ‘You tried to move my bag didn’t you?’ I asked quietly again. ‘Why is it so damn heavy?’ she replied answering my question. ‘I dropped it on my foot and then tripped over it.’ ‘Let me look at your head.’ I twisted my top half to. Brown, with a tone to cut off all dispute, soon over-rul'd my most humble and most confused protestations against sitting down with her Ladyship, which my very short breeding just suggested to me could not be right, or in the order of things.At table, the conversation was chiefly kept up by the two madams, and carried on in double-meaning expressions, interrupted every now and then by kind assurance to me, all tending to confirm and fix my satisfaction with my present condition: augment it they. He must have got in early, I thought. But where were they? Her car was outside, but maybe they had called a cab so they could go for a few drinks without worrying about driving. But why leave the music on, and why so loud anuway?I decided to go have a shower in the ensuite. I like the Stereo MCs so left the music. As I neared the bedroom door, I saw it was ajar and I heard voices. I stopped, my heart pounding. What the fuck was going on?I peeked around the side of the door, and there on the.