You serve me, ineffect, and I have the right to control my servants. You will go to bedwhen I tell you and you will meekly and without objection craw...l into yourservant's quarters when I impose your bedtime and then I will lock youinside until the following morning."You will not make a sound or try to speak to me when you are locked inyour servant's quarters, and you should also know that since it is yourresponsibility to be our maid and keep the apartment neat and tidy inaddition to some. I would haveliked to smile at them and dance in the dresses, either alone or withone of the girls--with my hostess, perhaps. I would have liked torevel openly in the froufrou as the petticoat rustled against my legsand against the gown. I would have liked to to thank Marge, and themall, for the unparallelled joy they had given me. Instead, I had toconceal everything and keep a sullen silence, except when they got outthe petticoat, when I felt that I had better cry out in protest.Besides the. ..did I cause all that commotion in your pants or not?" "Well, it's sure not because you have nice lamps in here," I said as I decided to take the plunge and go for it all. "The real question is what are you going to do about it now that you've caused it." This was go time. We were either about to start the fun or my shot at my sister would be gone forever. When she returned with yet more beer, Heather sat on the coffee table directly in front of me. She leaned forward a bit. You know you make. Sylvia gave me a quick recap of the discussion. “This man said a black panther wandered into the last village in the chain of the Guarani. Beyond that is deep jungle by land. A remote village of another people is a half day by boat down river. The panther doesn’t seem to be hurt or injured, but it is ill in some way. It walked, stumbled really, to the edge of the village and collapsed there for any to see.” I looked at her and the others with an obvious look of confusion, but also amazement..